Frizzy arboretum

This month’s Festival of the Trees is being hosted by Lorianne at Hoarded Ordinaries, so I suppose it’s a hoarded arboretum. It’s full of links to gorgeous words and images, beautifully illustrated by Lorianne’s own pictures.

Next month the trees will be holding their festivities here (one of the main reasons I reconstituted the blog so as to give them somewhere to gather). I love the “what we’re looking for” instructions:

For the purposes of the Festival, we’re defining trees as any woody plants that regularly exceed three meters in height, though exceptions might be made to accommodate things like banana “trees” or bonsai. We are interested in trees in the concrete rather than in the abstract, so while stories about a particular forest would be welcome, newsy pieces about forest issues probably wouldn’t be. The emphasis should be on original content; we don’t want to link to pieces that are 90% or more recycled from other authors or artists.

The Festival of the Trees seeks:

• original photos or artwork featuring trees
• original essays, stories or poems about trees
• audio and video of trees
• news items about trees (especially the interesting and the off-beat)
• philosophical and religious perspectives on trees and forests
• scientific and conservation-minded perspectives on trees and forests
• kids’ drawings of trees
• dreams about trees
• trees’ dreams about us
• people who hug trees
• people who make things out of trees
• big trees
• small trees
• weird or unusual trees
• sexy trees
• tree houses
• animals that live in, pollinate, or otherwise depend on trees
• lichens, fungi or bacteria that parasitize or live in mutualistic relationships with trees

So get creative with the woody plants (audio of trees, anyone?) and send any contribution for consideration to: festival [dot] trees [at] gmail [dot] com. The deadline is 30 October, the festive forest appears the very next day on the first of November.

Satisfied mind

How many times have you heard someone say,
“If I had his money, I could do things my way.”
But little they know, it’s so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.

Once I was living in fortune and fame,
Everything that I dreamed of to get a start in life’s game.
Then suddenly it happened, I lost every dime,
But I’m richer by far with a satisfied mind.

‘Cause money can’t buy back your youth when you’re old,
Or a friend when you’re lonely,
Or a love that’s grown cold.
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times,
Compared to the man with a satisfied mind.

When life has ended, my time has run out,
My friends and my loved ones I’ll leave, there’s no doubt.
But one thing for certain
When it comes my time,
I’ll leave this old world with a satisfied mind.

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