The premise “more ancient time” were simpler— is hilariously false premise. You mean the “simple times” when the Black Plague (completely no understanding of how it was transmitted, and prevention means being medieval voodoo)— were simple because ... Nature (the god these worship) killed everyone— naturally. The simplicity of the ignorant.
Ludicrous piece from tree hugging woods screamers. Mourning the death of “tree gods”. Pagan.
Poor simple people— they had to change their religion from worshipping trees to settling on landscape shrubs. Reformed Druids.
In 1910, my great grandparents bought empty land in Creston, British Columbia and started a started a fruit orchard. It stayed in the family for over 60 years. I just learned last week that my great grandfather planted “Grandfather Trees” in his orchard when each child and grandchild was born. He told each kid “That is your tree. You will get the harvest from that tree forever.”
The things you learn about your ancestors! What a sweet bit of news about his personality.
The grandfather tree thing does not work when everyone moves every few years, often to different parts of the country. The fruit trees we planted in northern Illinois are mostly grown now, being enjoyed by strangers, unless they were cut down.
Within the helm of the apartment complex, there lives one old northern oak and one tall thick pine tree.
Both trees are veterans of many hurricanes, including Katrina and Laura.
I understand what the author is attempting to relay. Things go on in life, but we will look to things that don’t change, as a sort of anchor.
For me, these two trees, are my grandfather trees.
I like trees, especially redwoods, when they’re
on the way to the mill.