She gets out of the car and walks up into the trees on the crest west of the road. Aspens stand in the afternoon sun, spreading along the ridge out of sight. Populus tremuloides. Clouds of gold leaf glint on thin trunks tinted the palest green. The air is still, but the aspens shake as if in a wind. Aspens alone quake when all others stand in dead calm. Long flattened leafstalks twist at the slightest gust, and all around her, a million two-toned cadmium mirrors flicker against righteous blue.
The oracle leaves turn the wind audible. They filter the dry light and fill it with expectation. Trunks run straight and bare, roughed with age at the bottom, then smooth and whitening up to the first branches. Circles of pale green lichen palette-spatter them. She stands inside this white-gray room, a pillared foyer to the afterlife. The air shivers in gold, and the ground is littered with windfall and dead ramets. The ridge smells wide open and sere. The whole atmosphere is as good as a running mountain stream…
This, the most widely distributed tree in North America with close kin on three continents, all at once feels unbearably rare. She has hiked through aspens far north into Canada, the lone hardwood holdout in a latitude monotonous with conifer. Has sketched their pale summer shades throughout New England and the Upper Midwest. Has camped among them on hot, dry outcrops above gushing streams of snowmelt, in the Rockies. Has found them etched with knowledge-encoded native arborglyphs. Has lain on her back with her eyes closed, in far southwestern mountains, memorizing the tone of that restless shudder. Picking her way across these fallen branches, she hears it again. No other tree makes this sound. The aspens wave in their undetectable breeze, and she begins to see hidden things.
~ Richard Powers, from “Patricia Westerford” in The Overstory: A Novel (April 3, 2018)
Notes:
- Photo: Aspen Trees in the Fall by Adam Schallau (via My Dreams)
- Related Posts: Richard Powers
oh, to experience this beautiful event firsthand….
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Yes. To sit among aspen and hear that rustle. Nothing like it.
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10 years in Colorado plants this image and sound deep within. Thank you for stirring it to the surface once again.
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It stirred me similarly Carrie. Thank you. It also forces me to look up the difference between aspen and birch.
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There are no aspens in North Carolina so I have planted river birches whenever possible. They share the same spirit.
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Well said Carrie!
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remembering the aspen at the high glacial lakes of yosemite before the frozen plunge of frigid waters. the birch was used to make drinking cups along the green mountains of vermont. what a wonderful story and acknowledgement of such a common term.
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Wonderful. Thank you for sharing.
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Incredibly evocative….
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It really is…
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
I take solace in nature … that’s what I need today! Nature doesn’t let you down!!
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Yes!
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That was delicious….
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Great word for this. Yes! What a writer you are!
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How sweet are you?
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this photograph is strange, but, superb
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Yes. So beautiful. Haunting almost.
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“the most widely distributed tree in North America” and I am lucky enough to have two in my backyard!, next to the garden bed where I lay gazing at the trees, the sky, the birds, the climbing purple clematis & listening to the quake as the morning air, embraces me…
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How lucky are you! So help me, how do you quickly distinguish an aspen from a birch?
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the leaves, the birch leaves are long, narrow and have serrated edges, the white bark (which sheds, paper birch) is a little dirtier than the crisp white of the Aspen, the Aspen’s leaves are shorter, rounder , a bit like a plump heart shape…and the trees skeletal structure seems to hang differently…I think the Aspen seems to stand taller where a birch seems to have characteristic of the weep in a willow…the Birch and Aspen are from different family of trees…
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simply magic – thank you for sharing
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It is magic. Thanks Kiki.
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I would love to be a witness to this magic 💛
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You must!
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Wonderful. And may I add, if we all were to lay (or is it lie?) in a quiet field, not far from the trees, maple or birch or apple, they all sing songs their own way. One of my favorite sounds is the wind blowing through the pine trees. A haunting, swirling song. All the trees sing.
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Beautiful Claudia. Yes.
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Pine trees and all trees are captivating and necessary for life..even .the sacred little Christmas tree from “A Charlie Brown Christmas”
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Especially that tree!
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@Claudia I like your favorite sounds and laying near trees…when I read your words “through the pine” I thought of Ray Charles and “Georgia On My Mind” “I say Georgia, Georgia A song of you (a song of you) Comes as sweet and clear As moonlight through the pines” I love to sing that song publicly…
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this recording showed up while I was searching for Ray Charles lyrics.
Ayla Nereo, her song mentions Aspen and Birch… her voice, the arrangement so haunting, alluring and one must consider surrendering to the force of hypnotic rhythm…
sure worth a listen
https://aylanereo.bandcamp.com/track/whispers
Whispers
from The Code of the Flowers by Ayla Nereo
lyrics
“Pine, I am calling to you
Aspen, I am singing to you
Redwood, hear this song
Birch-bark, weeping willow
and Dogwood, blooming moonlight
Cedar, let it fall, fall away
Oak, you bore my body
Bay, I bade you open these vessels…
To receive your whispers
tender breath-keepers
givers of life to these lungs
may I open my ears and
surrender
what can you tell me
how can I tend you
how can I tend to the ones
who pour life through these lungs…
Care for these rivers going dry
bone and sorrow held as
pain, drought of feeling, yet the
rain can give us freedom, forest
rain, but if we cut them, it goes
away, help us
open these vessels…
To receive your whispers
tender breath-keepers
givers of life to these lungs
may I open my ears and
surrender
what can you tell me
how can I tend you
how can I tend to the ones
who pour life through these lungs…
“We, for every one of us you’ve uprooted
you can soothe it by planting another
of the same as the kind you’ve uprooted
every ending a beginning if you choose it…
you can soothe it…
if you choose it…”
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Nice!
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