I am a tree girl.
Maybe it is that sense of protection, the pure masculinity of a giant tree like that. Maybe I'm drawn to the privacy of the interior of a tree...like a kid that hides up in the canopy of their favorite backyard tree. You climb up and look down and see and hear everything that is going on, but nobody can see you or find you. You're hidden, and safe and cool and at peace. Maybe it is that peek of sky through the twisting leaves in the wind that allows you to see without being seen. That is what I like about a tree.
Pottery Barn and baby lovers to try gardening. ...but you know how men have a type? They might like long flowing hair, and beautiful eyes and luminescent skin, or even a great personality and the charisma of a woman...but what do they really like? Well, typically there are bum men, leg men and the men that like a rack. Almost all men are one of the three and while most like all three as well as a host of other things about their woman, if they had to pick one thing, it would be a bum, a set of gorgeous gams or some boobies. Yes, I know it's a bit crass, but it is true, and it applies to gardening. There might be a million scents you love, a million plants you want and a million flowers that you HAVE to grow, but there is one thing that makes your heart feel at home. For me, that is a tree. A giant old purple beech with arms hovering a few feet from the earth, a cavern of cool, peaceful space waiting underneath...all open and empty...just me and the tree.
SO babies, when I die, can you plant me under a tree please? I don't know what the official burying rules are, but if you can manage, bury me without a casket so whatever is left of my old rotted body can nourish a tree. ...and by the way, get a tree that will last like an oak or a beech or a maple. Please don't buy a crabapple that only gets 15 foot tall or a cherry tree that will need to be replaced in 20 years. Get some awesome, stately shade tree that will grow huge and strong, and grow a nice big canopy with arms hovering a few feet from the earth, a cavern of cool, peaceful space waiting underneath...all open and empty...just waiting for someone else to enjoy. Seriously, I would much rather give a tree a start in life than nourish the cemetery grass for a few years. Do you hear me babies? Under a TREE!