|The honey locust trees that line our boulevard.|
Our tree has flourished and grown and spread its branches gracefully, and now shelters a good portion of the front lawn. It's positioned where I can observe it from my downstairs studio window or from the picture windows in my upstairs living room, and the tips of its branches nearly touch the glass of my bedroom window. I am intimately acquainted with this tree. In the fall, when a million tiny fallen leaves blow against my front door and somehow find their way inside in their multitudes, there is a brief period of time when I am not enamoured with the tree. Thankfully it is short-lived and I have a good vacuum cleaner.
At the base of the tree is a clump of snowdrops whose delicate blooms inform me of the arrival of spring.
The tree's small chartreuse-coloured leaves, when they appear in late spring, offer the most delightful dappled shade - a perfect place for my old dog Riley to while away many an afternoon during the twilight of her life (see my post The Dog Days of Summer). The inviting bench below the tree draws passers-by to stop and visit. Our long-time 90-odd-year-old neighbour would often pause to rest there and chat with Riley. Both he and my old dog departed from this earth earlier this year, within a week or so of each other, but I'm certain both their spirits grace the place still.
The tree is a lively place, often bustling with birds. There are very nearly always chickadees flitting about, and often bushtits too, as well as juncos, various types of sparrows, and occasionally pretty pink finches. They twitter cheerfully to one another as they examine the branches for anything edible and use the tree as a staging area for my adjacent bird feeders. I have observed a chickadee deftly hiding sunflower seeds in crevices of the tree's bark, stashing them away for future times of need, and have seen whole broods of newly-fledged youngsters sheltering comfortably in the tree while their parents ferry snacks to them.
My artist's eye appreciates the rich blue of a Steller's jay's plumage set against the tree's vivid green leaves in a lively analogous colour scheme, as demonstrated by this rather scruffy looking young bird.
This spring I developed the habit of every so often placing a handful of nuts in the fork of the tree's trunk, much to the appreciation of the crow couple who have been raising a family high in a nearby evergreen. Now, when they see me anywhere near the tree, they come flapping over to check and see what I've left for them.
One evening some weeks ago, when the locust tree's leaves were just beginning to bud, I glanced out my front window to see, remarkably, what I think were a pair of Townsend's warblers just a few feet away. I imagine they were using the tree as a rest-stop on their spring migration.
Another time I witnessed two Pileated woodpeckers sparring on the trunk. They circled the tree for 20 minutes or so, deeply engaged in a contest with rules incomprehensible to their human observer.
The other day, as I gazed appreciatively at the tree from my living room window (for it is at this time of year, when the leaves are fresh and new, that it is at the peak of its beauty) a green heron - the smaller, more reclusive, and much less abundant cousin of the great blues - flew between its branches right before my eyes, leaves rustling softly in its wake. A lively robin often sings its evening and morning arias from a lofty perch at the very top of the tree's branches. I awaken, with pleasure, to this soothing serenade. This morning the steady peeping of a nuthatch served as my alarm clock.
Not only do birds enjoy the tree, other species are drawn to its welcoming branches. It produces clusters of tiny flowers that attract swarms of bees whose hum can be heard inside the house. One spring I observed a stunning swallowtail butterfly camouflaged amongst sheltering foliage, just inches from my window.
And of course the neighbourhood squirrels make good use of the tree as a vantage point from which to plan their assaults on my bird feeders.
Strategically positioned cat perches provide them with excellent viewing platforms. When birdwatching proves to be too exhausting, they simply nap there with the tree providing a colourful backdrop.
This particular tree gives me great pleasure each and every day. It is a unending source of artistic inspiration right in my own front yard, and I have learned that I don't have to travel far to observe wild creatures going about their daily lives. It has also taught me how significant one tree can be to a community. It enriches the lives of many - human and animal alike - providing shelter, a place of refuge, a quiet resting spot, a source of food, or simply a feast for the eyes. It also makes me realize just how much each and every tree counts.
There's a saying that goes something like, "The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago." If my mom were around today, I'd thank her for her foresight.
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