A strange Blog about a tree

Lately Ive been seeing a lot of blogs about trees. Now I just love trees and that was one of the many reasons I moved up here. I'm used to trees being all around me. I had them in NJ. I think that's why I was drawn to my last house in Ca. The yard was surrounded by trees and felt private. The rest of CA. however didn't and I hated it. In fact my very first house in CA. had a grove of Arbutus trees that were 50ft tall. I loved them and would often go lay on the grass under them. My neighbors must have thought I was nuts since it was my front yard lol. That first picture up there is my favorite tree on this property. Hes so big I cant even get him all in the shot. I have much taller Spruce here and much older ones which I love too. But this one.....calls to me. 

As you can see one of his limbs stretches out toward my porch. It feels like hes trying to reach me and hug me. lol. But that limb also overhangs the steps going down to the gate. I often hang onto it for balance because its steep and the steps are narrow. I like to think he grew that way so anyone would be safe by hanging on. I mean, I find it rather perfect that the only limb going that way is right were you need it the most.

When the guys where here working they asked if they could cut it off. It was in their way. I didn't know what to say. Part of me didn't want them to but part of me knew it made sense to. Even my bf wanted to cut it off but he will most likely never get around to it. But I told the guys if you look at how its growing, where its attached, you can see it should be going in another direction. It shouldn't even be where it is, so maybe they could just tie it back so it will grow back that way.  

 And in this shot you can see that I just grab onto it to head down the steps. And I told them this too. But something inside me started to talk to them about the spirits of the trees and how Native Americans believe in that too. I know many people here are NA or part NA in this area so I guess I thought they would understand how I feel about the tree. And so I told them I'm one of those crazy ladies who talks to her trees and that  these big ones are almost 100 yrs old. They are very special. The men never touched it after that, not even to pull the limb back. 

So I have to wonder if the tree spoke thru me or if they sensed what I did and left it alone. As you can see the bristles are small and soft. I love to stroke it as I lean on it for balance going down the steps. Perhaps that tree knows more than I do and just put that limb there to help us humans who didn't chop him down. I told them all I will protect them........now its protecting me. I always did love trees. I never knew they could love you back. I wonder what this ones name is?