We brought our lunches to Balboa Park with aunts, uncles, cousins and had a picnic under a gigantic fig tree in the butterfly garden. It’s roots cascade down the stone wall that borders the garden like a living waterfall. We sat at the top, between roots that rise up four feet. The children sat in “pockets” in the tree. “Let’s find a pocket!” HIdden away from the grownups, they had their own society.
Big trees are so comforting — such large beings sharing space with us, making room for us. It’s in the places that we make room for them, too, that we feel most at home.
Nature Explorer 