My husband recently took this photo of a magnificent tree he came across during a late-afternoon, early evening walk.   I love trees of all colors, types, heights, widths, and kinds.  I have an entire bookshelf full of books about trees, and I used to teach a seminar on tree poems.  Today I share this photo along with an eloquent passage about trees:

“Trees have about them something beautiful and attractive even to the fancy, since they cannot change their places, are witnesses of all the changes that take place around them; and as some reach a great age, they become, as it were, historical monuments, and like ourselves they have a life, growing and passing away, –not being inanimate and unvarying like the fields and rivers.  One sees them passing through various stages, and at last step by step approaching death, which makes them look still more like ourselves.”
Wilhelm von Humboldt

Here’s to “the leaping greenly spirits of trees” (ee cummings)!