I like birch trees.
Probably because they are cool.
They don’t look like other trees.
They are not afraid to be unique.
But mostly, I like their texture.
The bark of a birch tree is alluring, to me.
My attraction to birch trees may have started in my youth. I am a Yankee, which means, like Robert Frost, I grew up among birches.
Their uniqueness was common back then.
I see birches less often today than I did when I was a kid, which is probably why I appreciate them more.
I love the texture of birch bark. I love the smooth, silky, peeling nature of it. I remember peeling it and writing on it when I was a kid. I don’t want you to peel it though, because you would harm the tree.
But go ahead and look at it. There is no denying how cool it is. There is no denying the power of texture.
Talk about texture or textures. Write about your thoughts on texture in the comments, if you like.
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Lovely post. Never thought about tree bark that way before.
One of my favorite textures is my clarinet. It’s made from grenadilla wood. I like the way it feels as I assemble and from the pieces turns into a magic-making instrument. I love the way the keys feel as I push each one — hopefully correctly — when I get the bonus of a beautiful sound, too.
A good illustration of creative imagination.
Great post!
This post brought to mind the memory of a texture that made me smile.
When my husband and I were first dating, he would sometimes opt not to shave on the weekend. Now, he was the first guy I dated who REALLY got stubble when he didn’t shave. I mean the kind of stubble you could see, feel, and experience. I used to love it when he would rub his stubble-covered cheek against the much more tender skin of my face. It made me feel oddly safe and unsettled at the same time. I used to sit and rub his cheek with my hand just to enjoy that change in texture. Thank you for reminding me of that. 🙂
I remember writing on the bark, too. Forgot all about that until now. My favorite trees to hug – the banyan trees in Key West (they have so many “arms” they sort of hug you back; the Aspens in Colorado (they’re so beautiful when the leaves turn yellow); the Redwoods & the Sequoias in CA (just because.)
Thanks for sharing, Toni. 🙂
Thanks, Henya. 🙂
Good example, T.L. 🙂
I agree: all trees are beautiful in their own ways. Kind of like people. 🙂