Friday, March 05, 2010

I liked things better when I didn't understand them.


I could be wrong, but I think that this tree is connected to the Internet. I hope that it's live blogging on the Tasmanian election from the distinct perspective of a Braddon-based Araucaria heterophylla, but fear that it's more likely to be trolling the Guardian Unlimited sports pages or fishing about for some cheeky upskirts of a barely-legal Athrotaxis selaginoides.


[Or they could be lights...]

12 comments:

Magpie said...

There you were again - going around just looking up trees and see what you find. Interesting.

Roddy said...

You could be right. An electric tree.

JGH said...

Wouldn't it be weird if we harvested electricity from trees the way we do maple syrup?

Rita said...

Wow! What exactly is going on in that tree. Never seen anything like it before.

Thanks so much for stopping by and leaving a comment. In case you have not been told before your blog is hands down my husbands favorite. Due to a PC crash he lost your addy for a while and was crushed.

The Old Salt (Frank) spent weeks checking all the blogs he thought you preferred looking for a comment from you to get the addy back. Now that he has found it he is once again his happy self.

Since I like a happy husband I have to give you a big thank you and a virtual hug of gratitude .

Rita said...

Sorry I forgot to tell you that the Old Salt said that your title "I liked things better when I didn't understand them." reminded him of this poem.

I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.

I remember, I remember
Where I was used to swing,
And thought the air must rush as fresh
To swallows on the wing;
My spirit flew in feathers then
That is so heavy now,
And summer pools could hardly cool
The fever on my brow.

I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

Kris said...

Magpie, it's the aborist in me.

Kris said...

Roddy, it is a Burnie one.

Kris said...

JGH, people would complain.

Kris said...

Rita, good to hear that he's found his way back again. I've been waiting!

Roddy said...

From this angle, I didn't recognise it. Could it be around Christmas as it appears to be a Spruce? Methinks then that the electrification would have something to do with Christmas lights.

Kris said...

I believe that it is Araucaria heterophylla.

Roddy said...

I can't even pronounce the name. No way an I going to ask after its parentage.