I love trees. I love them. No, not in a creepy paraphilia (that’s got to chafe something fierce) kind of way, I just think they’re fantastic. In my previous post I expressed my love for trees through hugging and today, there will be art.
I mean, if I met an Ent, I would fucking beg it to take me along for a bunch of wonderful adventures. I would grow Shiva-arms out of pure excitement.
Trees are good with age as well, the older and bigger they get, the more awesomeness can fit in them. How cool is it that the world’s oldest tree is over 10 000 years old?! I think that’s mega cool. They just get better with age. I can’t help but wonder though, how they feel about having little brats like me climb all over them.
I was the queen of tree houses when I was little (and I secretly wish I was now too)! If a 9 year old Sofi was provided with a hammer and some boards, she would hustle up a tree house in an afternoon. I do wonder if the trees ever felt anything.
Or maybe it was just like acupuncture for them, acupuncture and a new hat.
Let’s pretend it was.
