The Tall Stately Hardwoods Surrounding My Home in Boone, NC

This is the view I leave every morning and return to each night.  These majestic hardwoods speak to me in ways I was incapable of understanding eighteen years ago when first I moved to the high country.  I have lived in this spot under these woods for twelve years now and come to quite an acquaintance with these new found friends.  I’ve seen them in the dead of night from my deck which they surround in a full circumference which can lead to dizziness trying to see them all at once – yet at the height of easily over 70′ it is not an impossible, certainly not a silly feat.  I watch them swaying beneath the billowy, low and quick moving white clouds in the moonlight.  I like them best in that outfit.  I’ve seen them in the snow, with ice clinging to their limbs, cracking like gunfire when they snap.  From spring to fall they wash their leaves against each other and swish in the steady mountain breeze.  I confess to a relationship of perhaps inappropriate intimacy with them.  Actually we talk.  They do most of the talking.  I’m relegated mostly to non-verbal cues like gazing in wonder and appreciation.  I’m astounded at the way these ambassadors connect the worlds of the Earth and the Sky.  As denizens of the bottom of the sky – earth, we often neglect the world above us.  There floats the atmosphere in all of its power and beauty as RaysWeather reminds us.  From there comes the weather that appoints and punctuates our daily routine and somehow connects us with a deeper force in life.  The amazing trees live in that maelstrom for centuries while we hide away in our hobbit holes comfortably ignoring the wonder without.  I’ve lived so many different place in my 58 years but none with the splendor of these hardwood forests of the high country.  These stately trees remind me that I live in the mountains and give me one more reason to be grateful.  They tell me to notice the breeze and the clouds or the radiant sunshine.  When I’m obstinate they force me out into nature to gather their leaves.  In the end they impart their peace to me and remind me that I’m home.

About Matt de Camara

I grew up in the mountains of Boone, North Carolina. I'm a Realtor at Boone Real Estate and love every second of it. If I had the choice to live anywhere in the world it'd be right here in Boone, NC.

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