Starring Nuala’s Maple Tree

(continued from Nuala’s Tree and Concordia post)

Nuala’s Tree is a red maple (Acer rubrum) with four partly intertwining trunks rooted at the edge of a big old pine stump.  I dedicated the tree to Nuala in 2009 or earlier.  The oldest picture I have is from 2009, below.

June 6, 2009. Viewed from south.

September 13, 2019

The brighter background is because of the logging next door. It changes the habitat of Balsamea forever in several ways.  I try not to think about it anymore.

Concordia is a park-like area of about 0.3 acre surrounding Nuala’s Tree.  Almost all of the development of Concordia occurred in August-September 2019.  Before that, there was just some minor maintenance to keep the tree from being overgrown by pines and balsam firs.

I don’t need to give special attention to a tree for it to have personal meaning, nor need I seek personal meaning in a tree.  However, sometimes a tree seeks it in me, like a contemplative interaction probing the soul.  That’s Nuala’s Tree.

I have written many times that Balsamea is the relationship born of the union of the souls of a forest, a man and a dog.  I am going to stop the error of leaving out another soul that has ALWAYS been part of that union.  Nuala.

From now on, the definition of Balsamea is the relationship born of the union of the souls of a forest, two people, and Buddy, Prince of Balsamea.

My relationship with Nuala is woven into the fabric of Balsamea.  I believe Balsamea would not exist today without her.

For the rest of this post, I’m going to toss more pictures of Nuala Tree onto the screen, with minimal text.  I don’t expect this to mean anything to anyone except Nuala.  Beyond that, it is documentation, an archive, part of the Natural History of Concordia (and Balsamea).

This tree and Concordia will live a lot longer than me. Even if somebody “destroys” it, Concordia will still be here, adapting and moving on to another way of being. Perhaps like a sunken ship becoming a reef teeming with life.

WordPress says they never delete a legitimate site.  You have to do it yourself.  Once I’m gone, nobody can delete it.

This photo gallery could also serve as a partial explanation of why I am nicer to be with when I am alone.  I am with trees.

At the end of the post there’s something famously known worth reading, and information about the author.  I promise not to hit you with a stick, trusting this carrot will suffice.

September 22, 2018

Base of Nuala Tree and the old pine stump it grew at the edge of.  It is also growing through a small pile of large rocks, typical of Concordia, as I explained in the previous post.

Nuala Tree has four trunks, the smallest having a cute Y shape.  They are healthy as far as I can see.

September 22, 2018

September 22, 2018

September 22, 2018. The three big trunks are roughly the same size, about 8 inch diameter.

April 4, 2019

Yeah, we have winter here, too. I forgot to get pix right after a fresh snow. Next year.  All the balsam firs in the foreground were removed August-September 2019 to make room for other things.

April 4, 2019

In the interest of time and space, I’ll drop the rest of the pictures of Nuala’s tree into a gallery that you can explore if you’re interested, or if you’re not interested.  Click any picture to open the gallery.  In this kind of gallery below, while looking at a picture, to open it full-screen, scroll down to find the link.  I cannot make sense of WordPress hiding that link.  When I am Emperor of the Universe, a lot things are going to be changed!

by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Notice that everything in the poem is female (except God’s neutral gender)?  Note also that Joyce Kilmer was male.

From Wikipedia article:

Kilmer 1908

Kilmer 1908 Columbia Yearbook

Joyce Kilmer (born as Alfred Joyce Kilmer; December 6, 1886 – July 30, 1918) was an American writer and poet mainly remembered for a short poem titled “Trees” (1913), which was published in the collection Trees and Other Poems in 1914. Though a prolific poet whose works celebrated the common beauty of the natural world as well as his Roman Catholic religious faith, Kilmer was also a journalist, literary critic, lecturer, and editor. While most of his works are largely unknown, a select few of his poems remain popular and are published frequently in anthologies. …  At the time of his deployment to Europe during World War I, Kilmer was considered the leading American Roman Catholic poet and lecturer of his generation, whom critics often compared to British contemporaries G. K. Chesterton (1874–1936) and Hilaire Belloc (1870–1953). He enlisted in the New York National Guard and was deployed to France with the 69th Infantry Regiment (the famous “Fighting 69th”) in 1917. He was killed by a sniper’s bullet at the Second Battle of the Marne in 1918 at the age of 31. He was married to Aline Murray, also an accomplished poet and author, with whom he had five children.