"You're Just a Bunch of Dirty Tree Huggers!"

You know that old cliché about people who write blogs dedicated to their unborn offspring, the one that says we're all a bunch of hippie tree huggers? Well it's true! And I don't care who knows it.

In fact, I noticed looking through some of my photos, children, that I really fit the old stereotype better than I ever realized.

For example, this is a tree I admired when I lived in Ireland.

And here are the Dr. Seuss trees I traveled to Germany to see.

And this tree I found at a rest stop in Utah when your father and I were driving across the country.

And this, of course, is the tree of a man I married. So sorry if you have roots instead of feet, children. Soooo sorry.

What Things Look Like.

I'm not going to pretend that I'm one of those people who thinks things are just regular looking. I mean, I don't just look at a slice of cauliflower and say to myself, "Oh, there's a slice of a vegetable that looks only like itself and nothing at all like a majestic albino tree growing by fractals from the earth."


That's just not who I am.

And when I see the poisonous purple shoots sprouting from a potato neglected on the shelf too long, I most certainly do not not think to myself that maybe this is what blind alien penguins would look like, if we ever found them out in space hurrying in a pack across their alien landscape.


So there. Now you know.