tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post1756915936829163328..comments2024-03-15T09:29:02.240-04:00Comments on Recollections of a Vagabonde: Destrehan Plantation's trees and more ... treesVagabondehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10774109692564954568noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-81209478097282385822019-03-17T20:47:53.591-04:002019-03-17T20:47:53.591-04:00Your trees and your comments touched my heart. I g...Your trees and your comments touched my heart. I grew up under a huge 300 year old oak tree in south Georgia. When I moved away from home, my heart quickened when, as I drove toward my family home, that old tree came into view. I wrote a poem about it. A few years ago I was told that the old tree had been hit by lightening so many times it was dying and had to be cut down. I cried. I asked my brother to send me a round off a limb, but he did not. He said the tree was dead inside and the wood was no good. He had no idea that I didn't care about the damage to the wood. I just wanted a piece of my beloved tree. The tree was burned and when I went home again, it broke my heart to see the empty space where it had stood. This post has given me an idea for my blog because trees have always been special in my life.<br />Your photos tell a story and I love your blog posts. Glenda Beallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17953170428175025248noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-49246231453586851032019-03-03T18:00:34.092-05:002019-03-03T18:00:34.092-05:00I forgot one thing, that was truly amazing seeing ...I forgot one thing, that was truly amazing seeing the tree held up by metal braces! Magic Love Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14133368208464734546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-50316797733031508422019-03-03T17:59:56.691-05:002019-03-03T17:59:56.691-05:00My soul is shining! I love this post! I love trees...My soul is shining! I love this post! I love trees! I loved hearing about how you exchanged trees as gifts! I love how you got your husband to remember, by telling him about the trees! A very special post! Truly loved all your pictures! You are such a talented artist! I love all your drawings! Big Hugs! Magic Love Crowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14133368208464734546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-372789387522864002019-03-02T20:32:01.525-05:002019-03-02T20:32:01.525-05:00Your collection of tree photos is amazing, and you...Your collection of tree photos is amazing, and your stories are even better. I find it fascinating to think of the connection your husband had with trees and how you would incorporate that connection into speaking to him of trees and their locations. The photo of your husband under a tree in his last days was bittersweet. I can understand the comfort the memory of him sitting under a tree would bring to you.<br /><br />I too love trees. Those grand old trees in Louisiana fascinate me! When my husband and I were there a few years ago, I photographed them but could never capture the scope of their magnificence. Sally Wesselyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06470453773515491625noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-19182089187214290612019-03-02T19:28:47.925-05:002019-03-02T19:28:47.925-05:00Trees are marvellous creatures! Your tree photogra...Trees are marvellous creatures! Your tree photographs have inspired me to take a photo of a lovely elegant elm tree that grows near my house. It has a wonderful shape especially in the winter when it has no leaves, and I've meant to take a photo every time I pass by, and have never done it. Now I must do it!Shammickitehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11969803866899076638noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-89762374205420137362019-03-01T13:00:20.200-05:002019-03-01T13:00:20.200-05:00This is such a beautiful post, both visually and i...This is such a beautiful post, both visually and in the memories you shared. I love it that you and your husband both loved trees and they became a "marker" for memories in later years. Perhaps in your new yard you can plant a memorial tree for him. I think he'd like that. <br /><br />I'm a tree fan, too. When our next door neighbors up north cut down (I'm not kidding) EVERY tree on their lot to build their big house and then not plant anything other than grass as landscape, my heart broke in two. Rick and I are slowly building a better divider to their barren, ugly space by planting new trees every year. We will probably die before they reach full growth -- but we can try.Jeaniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17482528482559445943noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-74165361695517492312019-02-27T01:13:28.492-05:002019-02-27T01:13:28.492-05:00Wow did you draw these trees Yes I also love the b...Wow did you draw these trees Yes I also love the bottom left the most. You lived u wonderful places What a treasure to live next to the forest and only 20 km from Paris and I love the trees in all the other places. How wonderful you found places for your husband to stay with these wonderful trees. I love trees. We have an amazing park here with lots of huge old trees. Marjahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17458942200244031009noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-56729285158528241052019-02-26T17:36:26.344-05:002019-02-26T17:36:26.344-05:00Your post is profound in the way it connects the b...Your post is profound in the way it connects the beautiful shapes of many trees to the stages of your life.<br /><br />best... mae at maefood.blogspot.comMae Travelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13328946930935633113noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-32948968671223948732019-02-26T13:23:06.437-05:002019-02-26T13:23:06.437-05:00I know Proust preceded you by a wide margin but th...I know Proust preceded you by a wide margin but those details about the Square d'Anvers (plane trees, parents sitting on benches, sand boxes) immediately invoked <i>A la recherche...</i> But which section in particular? Paris crops up throughout of course.<br /><br />It would have to be Swann's Way but not necessarily Swann himself being tortured in so many ways by Odette. Instead - because, as in your case, it dealt with youth - Place-Names: The Name where the young narrator yearns for Gilberte:<br /><br /><i>... my anxious eyes never left the unsettled clouded sky. It remained dark. The balcony in front of the window was grey. Suddenly, on its sullen stone, I would not exactly see a less leaden colour, but I would feel as it were a striving towards a less leaden colour, the pulsation of a hesitant ray that struggled to discharge its light. A moment later, the balcony was as pale and luminous as a pool at dawn, and a thousand shadows from the iron-work of its balustrade had alighted on it. A breath of wind would disperse them but, as though they had been tamed, they would return....<br /><br />Brief, fading ivy, climbing fugitive flora!... to me the dearest of them all ever since the day when it appeared upon our balcony, like the very shadow of the presence of Gilberte, who was perhaps already in the Champs-Elysées, and as soon as I arrived there would greet me with: "Let's begin at once; you're on my side."...</i><br /><br />You were too young (I would suppose) to have read Proust sitting on one of those benches, but afterwards when you had read him you might have day-dreamed and transposed parts of the text into the Square d'Anvers.<br /><br />I'm ignoring much else in this post, notably the trees and the passion they planted in you. For the younger me they had only one function - to be climbed. Later I took up rock-climbing (very amateurishly), much later still poetry. The Victor Hugo is both simple and lucid; did it leave you <i>regardant et revant</i>? Might one take a gross liberty when translating <i>profondeurs</i> and substitute "heights", claiming that it too had literal/metaphorical resonances. I suppose not. One has an obligation towards the author.<br /><br />You're a good guide.Roderick Robinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16828395545197001637noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-51247558485033189702019-02-26T13:10:34.024-05:002019-02-26T13:10:34.024-05:00This was an absolutely delightful post! Like you, ...This was an absolutely delightful post! Like you, I love trees, and the moss-draped live oaks are among my favorites. Looking at trees gives me as much pleasure as gazing at fine art in a museum.<br /><br />You might be interested in this book: "Remarkable Trees of the World" by Thomas Pakenham. The photography in it is outstanding, and there's lots of fascinating information about all kinds of trees, too. (That book's the best gift my brother ever gave me!)Susan Flett Swiderskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09425315552148200073noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-82455457768544079732019-02-25T16:17:33.779-05:002019-02-25T16:17:33.779-05:00I love trees too, whether singly or in large fores...I love trees too, whether singly or in large forests, and what a wonderful way to remember your husband, by the names of trees and tress you have known together.<br />That first live oak picture is fantastic.<br /><br />I hope you are well.Frikohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04277167831642088694noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-10054876471714081522019-02-25T15:32:42.041-05:002019-02-25T15:32:42.041-05:00Trees are very special to me also, and your pictur...Trees are very special to me also, and your pictures are so beautiful. With all the crazy weather we have been having these past few years, we have lost quite a few. My heart hurts with each one that comes down. <br /><br />I learned this poem when I was a little girl and my mom recited it to us often<br /><br />Trees<br />Joyce Kilmer, 1886 - 1918<br /><br /> I think that I shall never see <br />A poem lovely as a tree. <br /> <br />A tree whose hungry mouth is prest <br />Against the sweet earth’s flowing breast; <br /> <br />A tree that looks at God all day,<br />And lifts her leafy arms to pray; <br /> <br />A tree that may in summer wear <br />A nest of robins in her hair; <br /> <br />Upon whose bosom snow has lain; <br />Who intimately lives with rain. <br /> <br />Poems are made by fools like me, <br />But only God can make a tree.Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06032033918798053005noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-51522867035697845452019-02-25T11:37:20.965-05:002019-02-25T11:37:20.965-05:00Hi Vagabonde, I love live oaks too and the Spanish...Hi Vagabonde, I love live oaks too and the Spanish Moss adds to their allure. We've also seen them at plantations in Louisiana. We have a giant oak in our back yard and I love it...except for the periodic overload of acorns in the yard. We don't fertilize the grass or apply weed killer anywhere near the tree. It was hit by lightning 4 years ago but it recovered and is going strong. <br /><br />Our house was surrounded by trees and we really liked that fact. Now a new house has been built one one side and all those trees are gone. Bad news but perhaps a positive in some ways as spring and fall clean up will be easier (we are getting older!) and our roof will take less abuse. We're still fairly well wooded on 3 sides, considering that we're in an open (not a gated) retirement community.<br /><br />We've been to several Civil War Battlefields, Gettysburg, Antietam, Petersburg, Richmond and Shiloh. I'll have to add Kennesaw to my list of destinations... <br /><br />Take Care, Big Daddy DaveDavidhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00419231123238788903noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-46550780587411384722019-02-25T09:50:11.345-05:002019-02-25T09:50:11.345-05:00Hi Vagabonde - you've given us lots of informa...Hi Vagabonde - you've given us lots of information here - loved seeing the French areas and reading a bit ... as too the other trees - and so good to know your husband was enjoying the weather near his beloved trees just before he went to the land of never ending trees ... lovely - thank you - HilaryHilary Melton-Butcherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17596532480645510678noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-78219804251512754582019-02-25T09:21:59.683-05:002019-02-25T09:21:59.683-05:00I love trees too. It's a comfort to know that...I love trees too. It's a comfort to know that your late husband sat under the trees during his last days. You have a wonderful collection of tree photos to bring back happy memories. Your tree sketches are all lovely. I like the one with the yellow light. It makes me think that you can walk through the tunnel of branches towards that light. Linda Phttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10634839688042592781noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-19958304171260021122019-02-25T09:06:59.087-05:002019-02-25T09:06:59.087-05:00I am a lover of trees, too, VB. The amazing pictur...I am a lover of trees, too, VB. The amazing pictures of so many make me smile to think of your passion. And the portraits of the oak trees at the end are stunning! I think I like the lower left one the best, too. Thank you so much for the beautiful post, filled with so many kinds of trees! :-)DJanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07152183871573797791noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-3250015964615438842019-02-25T04:33:00.436-05:002019-02-25T04:33:00.436-05:00I never met a tree I didn't love, I must make ...I never met a tree I didn't love, I must make a trip to the plantation to see the live oak trees there. When I was taking care of my father in law (dementia) some of the best times were sitting in gardens he loved watching the birds and squirrels. Amazing how many trees you remember from all your trips; loved seeing all your photos. Some of my favorite types of trees are Pacific madrone, giant sequoia, and dawn redwood.Linda Starrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04364078667554676592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796960161183320830.post-66151183322458169612019-02-24T21:31:37.063-05:002019-02-24T21:31:37.063-05:00I like trees, I don't like forests.I like trees, I don't like forests.DUTAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12979375799258978432noreply@blogger.com