The building next my apartment had a bunch of trees surrounding it. There was one in particular I would always pass on the path I took, its branches grew so that they nearly roofed a part of the sidewalk. It had beautiful red berries and leaves glowed kelly green when the sun shone through over head. I'm sure I looked at it everyday. Sometimes I would brush my hand against the leaves and branches as I pass, or maybe give it a gentle tug. I don't why I do it, I just like doing that when I pass under trees.
I never really thought much of the tree, until I walked to school and saw that construction workers had set up fences around the building and destroyed everything green that was within the contained area. Now there's no grass, trees, or bushes. Only chopped up bits of trunk in piles.
When I woke up this morning I remember hearing buzzing and sawing, but I thought nothing of it... And I only realized now, late afternoon, that all the trees were gone.
In the absense of green, I realized how much I liked the trees themselves, and I would sincerely miss them. Strange to think that we can have a relationship with plants, but I liked seeing that tree everyday and passing under it. Maybe it's because this city is so lonesome that this in particular upsets me as another empty spot in what should be a thriving place.
The loss weighed on my mind. So I went to building after class and went to where the tree once stood. Remnants clinging to the soil and cast aside woodchips were the only bits left. I tore up a root and took some woodchips and brought them back with me. I will clean them and whittle them into a necklace or some other item. It was a beautiful tree, I hope I can make something that will inspire the same sense of peace it once brought me.
The main focus in my room is my bookcase. I have two bookcases pushed together, and ontop of that is a large flat space that I’m been creating a garden of interesting and beautiful things.
I like scented things, but cheap body sprays are a no-no. I pick up votive candles whenever I go with my mom to pier one or a small local nursery that has a large selection of interior decorations. Usually they’re only around 2-3 dollars so I can get a wide variety of scents for reasonable price. Plus they don’t take up a lot of room. Incense I always pick up whenever I’m at new age stores or attend renaissance fairs. The mall variety works fine, but there a limit to what kind of scents you can get. I prefer old world scents like Myrrh, Sandalwood, and various blends. Lately I'm getting into mugwort and other herbal mixes that have different effects on mood.
My bookends help keep my pile of scarves together, but my actual shelves are so crammed I have no need of bookends. I collect books for reference for art, metaphsyics, various fiction books I loved long enough to buy, and lately a lot of nonfiction titles. In addition to the main bookcase, I also have a a small closable library in my closet that functions as overflow for the main bookcase.
Around my room, I also have an old doll I picked up when a closing antique slashed their prices ridiculously low. I had always wanted a fancy doll, but never had one when I was a child, so I bought one. A bit of an impulse buy. I also have hanging a painted fan above my bed that I bought from the same antique clearance sale.
Above my bed is pinned butterflies. I'll talk about them in a later post.