The line about being an orphan hits home, my friend. In another context, however, that is inaccurate for the parental imprint is eternal. And those of us blessed with stalwart parents are lucky. Take cure, John. I'm thinking of you.
Thank you, Tim. Having had loving parents well beyond middle age makes the "orphan" label a bit inapt. But the sudden realization that I am now the oldest member of my family — and custodian of all the oldest family memories and stories — was more than a little sobering. It is also a reminder that I should be more intentional in making sure my own children have access to those elements of their heritage.
Hi John, So sorry to hear about your lovely parents death. I, like you, am glad that they went so close together, and each at their home! The wonders of true and everlasting love...
I just love to read your stores that you share so well. I feel that I can smell the vanilla scented sun-warmed Jeffrey Pines, probably the bark like you said, but I probably have believed it's the needles that I smell, and I'm not sure that it is a Jeffery Pine, but I just love the analogy! So thanks.
Can't wait to learn through your adventurous story telling where you and Les, will be going next. Take care, and "Hi" to Les.
Thanks, Jill. Jeffrey and ponderosa pines look very similar, and their habitats overlap somewhat. One sure way to tell them apart is to bury your nose in the bark to see if it smells like vanilla. Another is to pick up the cone and squeeze. They look almost identical, but the bracts on Jeffrey pine cones turn inward, whereas those on the ponderosa turn outward. If it's prickly, it's a ponderosa, If not, it's a Jeffrey.
This is beautiful. Thanks for being our family historian and the keeper of our shared memories.
Thank you, Stephanie. I'm glad you liked it. It's an honor to play this role in our family.
The line about being an orphan hits home, my friend. In another context, however, that is inaccurate for the parental imprint is eternal. And those of us blessed with stalwart parents are lucky. Take cure, John. I'm thinking of you.
Thank you, Tim. Having had loving parents well beyond middle age makes the "orphan" label a bit inapt. But the sudden realization that I am now the oldest member of my family — and custodian of all the oldest family memories and stories — was more than a little sobering. It is also a reminder that I should be more intentional in making sure my own children have access to those elements of their heritage.
Hi John, So sorry to hear about your lovely parents death. I, like you, am glad that they went so close together, and each at their home! The wonders of true and everlasting love...
I just love to read your stores that you share so well. I feel that I can smell the vanilla scented sun-warmed Jeffrey Pines, probably the bark like you said, but I probably have believed it's the needles that I smell, and I'm not sure that it is a Jeffery Pine, but I just love the analogy! So thanks.
Can't wait to learn through your adventurous story telling where you and Les, will be going next. Take care, and "Hi" to Les.
Jill,
Thanks, Jill. Jeffrey and ponderosa pines look very similar, and their habitats overlap somewhat. One sure way to tell them apart is to bury your nose in the bark to see if it smells like vanilla. Another is to pick up the cone and squeeze. They look almost identical, but the bracts on Jeffrey pine cones turn inward, whereas those on the ponderosa turn outward. If it's prickly, it's a ponderosa, If not, it's a Jeffrey.
Just a little tree trivia to start the day......
-- John
Thanks John. I'm betting that mine were ponderosa pines, but now it will be nice to know the difference and how one can tell.
Jill