
abundant marbles
cluster for birdy harvest
feathered bumper crop
bumper crop by Angie Quantrell
photo by Angie Quantrell
Fall in the Yakima Valley

abundant marbles
cluster for birdy harvest
feathered bumper crop
bumper crop by Angie Quantrell
photo by Angie Quantrell
Fall in the Yakima Valley
by Angie 2 Comments

A long ago trunk split, and then a gradual reconnecting across empty space stitched together this tree to make it amazingly strong. Plus, that window looking out across the park! Fascinating.
Palouse Falls, Washington State

Little Naches River area, WA state

Photo by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley

winter gray skies parch
eyes, soul, heart: desperate need-
nourishing green feast
parched by Angie Quantrell
photo by Angie Quantrell, Washington state

Photo by Angie Quantrell
Yakima Valley

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas in the pasture.
Due to needing my Christmas photo background early, we went tree hunting this month-November. With indoor trees, this is a big no-no, but since we will keep this tree outside of the RV, it will be perfectly fine and not pose a fire risk as it dries out.
My honey drove us up along Oak Creek Road in the Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest. Ready with our tree tag and saw in hand and mud boots on feet, we settled in to search for the perfect tree.

Before we hit the area where we could cut a tree, I noticed two big red blobs out in a meadow. Judging by the size, deer. Skinless and headless, left to rot. Ugh. Poachers. While I don’t personally hunt for meat, I understand some people enjoy the outdoor activity. In our state, hunters draw tags and their hunting helps control the numbers of herds roaming the forests. But to leave two carcasses and not use the meat was totally irresponsible. Grrrr.
On the way up the mostly deserted road, we saw a trail of smoke. From an untended campfire. Hoping that hunters or hikers were just out of view, we continued on our way, though I was fuming, because despite drenching rain, the fire was still smoldering. And we are just out of a horrific forest fire disaster of a summer. Even with the rain, fire is still a problem!

After 8.5 miles of rutted dirt roads and several “That one’s pretty good,” we finally found our tree. Though I tried to get Kevin to cut me a HUGE tree (heh-heh, wouldn’t that be funny, trying to drive down the road with a tree hanging off both ends of the truck?), we had to settle for a much shorter one. Cue the Christmas Vacation music.
We secured the sweet-smelling tree and headed back down the road. The fire was still going! Mr. Firefighter to the rescue. He literally got his hands dirty (the shovel was buried beneath the tree) to make sure it was dead. Good job, honey!
And much further down the road, we drove around a bend and startled a huge gathering of carrion birds! At least three bald eagles, numerous turkey buzzards, and magpies. All of them were enjoying the feast of deer meat. Whew. Nothing goes to waste in the wild, right? They were quite happy to take care of the deer carcasses. I imagine at night other predators would be drawn in-coyotes or wild cats.
A forest full of adventures. Here she is, our beautiful tree!


Poetrees
Written and illustrated by Douglas Florian
Beach Lane Books, 2010
I finally had a chance to borrow Poetrees from the library. What a fun book!
Written and illustrated by Douglas Florian, the pages resemble different aspects of trees – bark, roots, rings, leaves, and more. I love the way the reader needs to turn the book on its side to read up to down the long way, resembling the height of trees. So much fun!

Why I Like This Book:
~ the variety of trees included in the book, each as unique s the next
~ the wordplay and fun-on-your-tongue poetree
~ the artwork gives glimpses into the words and thoughts inspired by the poetree
~ what I learned about trees, especially the ones not found in my Pacific Northwest region
~ the glossatree gives more info about each tree or tree part
~ the sense of awe, wonder, and amazement which exudes from this book of trees


Photo by Angie Quantrell, Pacific Northwest

crimson flames top trees,
fire-tipped shelter burns my eyes
with fall’s siren song
fall’s siren song by Angie Quantrell
photo by Angie Quantrell, Yakima Valley