The Treehugger

The longer you parent the more you learn that simple things are best:  carousels, crayons, mud, and trees.  The camphor tree in our front yard has a swing hanging from one limb, a sublime scatter of shade, and an entire world of branches and leaves ready to explore by our three-year old.  Once placed in the tree, Child Harbat wanted to stay up there, and who can blame her?

Our tree became a roost from which the world could be watched with impunity, a royal post removed from the common world.  She gave our tree hugs, kisses, and once she found the right-sized perch, clung on like a baby orangutan, at one with the bark and gently swaying branches.

Writer, architect, father, husband.

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2 comments on “The Treehugger
  1. akamonsoon says:

    Gorgeous shots of her in your tree!

  2. Babs says:

    Those pix are photo contest winners–especially the first one!

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