Perhaps it is the old tree-climber in me that makes me stop and look.
I wonder, “Can I put my foot there, without hurting a muscle?”
Then “….Stretch my hand to that branch, without scraping my arm???”
And, if I haven’t fallen yet, “…if I pull and push at the same time, can my other foot make it to that notch way up there.
Some trees beg to be climbed, no, demand to be climbed.
Forget about the palm tree, all show and no character. Snotty stuck up tree, not made for much here in Southern California, except for its fancy decorative looks and heavy maintenance.
Give me a knotty, branchy tree anytime.
|Now, THIS is a TREE! Which up the street, and I am not sure what species it is.|
Yup. T is for Tree.