Monday, January 05, 2009

Conversations with Trees: Birch

"Hi, how are you?"

"Cold."

"Ah, birch trees don't like the cold much?"

"If I am a 'birch' as you call me, then no, we don't."

"That's right, I forgot. You don't know what you are, what we call you."

"No, I don't. But you don't know what you are, either, do you?"
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I am listening to: I Promise You I Will - Depeche Mode
I am reading: The End of the Financial World as We Know It by Michael Lewis
And I am: Not as crazy as you think

4 comments:

Posolxstvo the First said...

"But you don't know what you are, either, do you?"

Oh, my. I love it. I love it much...

Anonymous said...

Trees! Piss on 'em!
Oxygen generating, sun blocking, leaf dropping, fruit littering, forrest burning smartasses....
I say piss on 'em... they need the humility!
Grommit

molly gras said...

Oh Grommie, now, now ... what would you do if you didn't have such lovely natural "repositories" of dog piss from you which to enjoy your best sniffs of the day.

Tree bark is the best material for complete canine urine capture ... been rated #1 by dogs across the land!

Anonymous said...

Trees are self absorbed, selfish, unpatriotic plants! Give me a fire hydrant anyday. At least, fire hydrants don't drop acorns on you... trees are for monkeys and they belong in forests.
Grommie