Budding Tree
There's lots of green in this picture with a milky white sky thrown in for good measure. In another week that whiteness within the tree will be gone until September. The 'circle of life' begins anew right here, right now. This pastoral setting is a favorite. If I'm headed towards the Maine Mall on this stretch of road, my head always turns to take peek. It reminds me of the great, spreading tree behind the ESSO station. In truth, when it comes to treehouse constructions, the one there was our finest hour. It was our largest. It was our most elaborate. It was the highest. It was indeed a fine get-a-way from the rest of our world. Our parents and the drudgery of school were simply a million miles away. We could smoke our Old Golds, load our corncob pipes with Prince Albert and just sit back and skim through some of our scintillating reading and 'viewing' magazine collection. Eddie had a connection at Howard's Variety and so he always had the latest Playboys stockpiled for us. For a bunch of thirteen years-olds, it was probably 'the life'. I'm sure we didn't know it. It was a time before high school rigors, girlfriends and job obligations sent us tumbling in all different directions.
It's way gone now.
The days.
The gang.
The innocence.
But I wouldn't trade the experience.
THAT, my friend, was all about growing up.
That's it, we didn't have tree houses but we had our hangouts with the magazines and such. I don't think kids nowadays have that unless you count internet chat rooms.
ReplyDeleteI think you may have had more fun growing up than I did!
ReplyDeleteGreat green color.
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeletegorgeous tree. 'viewing' magazines - ha!
ReplyDeleteNever had a tree house, but I did have a horse and could ride off into distance to get away from all the cares of youth. Lovely tree.
ReplyDeleteSo much green...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photo and beautiful tree. I never had a tree house but, I did have a very large playhouse in the back yard. That was my get-away place.
ReplyDeleteWe didn't have a tree house, but we had acres of woods at the back of our property that was free to wander through.
ReplyDeleteYou said it all--right there
ReplyDeleteWhat fun a treehouse would have been
I just had a tree to climb and that i did. the captain of my ship
MB
Memories of growing-up are often bittersweet, but your description is one of the sweetest, if a bit risqué for 13-year-old (or did I lead a sheltered life??).
ReplyDeleteYou had a childhood that people dream of!
ReplyDeleteGreat looking tree.
ReplyDeleteIsn't it wonderful where seeing something like a favorite view will take us? All the way back to being 13 years old and all of those good times shared. Yes!
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