The other night my wife spotted sunlight filtering through the pine trees outside our bedroom window. I grabbed my phone and snapped a few pictures. Like most pictures, the finished product pales in comparison. It was one of those moments where you see nature and it becomes part of you.
Looking out the bedroom window.
The trees...pine trees grown from starts that are decades old. The pine trees have lived on the Taylor land almost as long as I have. When my parents bought the ten or so acres on the hill above old Farmington, they planted two rows of pines. I have no idea what species. They grew as we did, their roots digging deep because they weren't watered much in those early decades.
Then, we developed the land and built a house right next to the mature trees. A few were sacrificed to accommodate the road--sad, but it had to be done. The surviving trees remain north and east of our little house.
Tall trees where we live have a natural enemy--wind. Many tall pines have blown over in our not-so-little town. Each year, a big wind will bring down a few more. I wonder if ours will ever fall. Now that we've lived near them and watered them properly for almost twenty years, they've grown taller still. Plus, they grow together--there's strength in that.
When we built our home, we wanted to build a log cabin. That didn't work out, so we built a house with a cabin floor plan. When we look outside that particular window, pines fill the space. It's as if we live miles inside a forest.
It's a beautiful thing...
Especially when the evening sun filters through the needles of the pines.
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