Wednesday, April 10, 2019
While some of my readers know me on a personal basis, and so know who I am, there are others out there among you who know me only as a presence in Internetland. For all of you, and for all you know, I might be anything. I could be a cat, or a rock, or a river in France. But though I rarely make specific mention of it, being neither embarrassed nor unduly proud of the fact, I am, in fact, a human being. I am of the genus and species Homo Sapiens. I'm a person.
I bring this up now because I am going to talk favorably about trees. And I don't want you to think "Of course he has a lot of great things to say about trees, he's probably a tree!"
I'm not a tree.
Not that I would have any problem with being a tree. And not that, if I were a tree, my judgement concerning trees would somehow be suspect. And not that I'm saying that you would necessarily distrust trees in any way.
1. I like trees, and
2. I am not a tree.
Which is not me trying to show that I am some great, magnanimous guy who's like this bigshot "Friend of Trees" person, or to imply somehow that you don't like trees when so clearly you do, though of course, maybe you don't, which would also be okay. I'm not judging you. I respect your feelings on this matter. And I'd like think I could do so even if I were a tree.
Which I'm not. I'm not a tree.
And if it seems like I sure am talking a lot about how I'm not a tree in this piece I assure you that it's purely a coincidence and not a case of 'he doth protest too much'. If I were a tree I would no more try to hide the fact from you than I would hide the fact that this blog is now 100 percent underwritten by The Arbor Day Foundation (www.arborday.org).
Oops. I didn't mean to say that.