Funny thing happened on the way to talk to the trees.
After last weeks amazing adventure with the Trees of Lake Harriet, I decided to venture again. This time the trees were mum. . . . until I got it and they had a good guffah.

As I walked away from “Fred” (that’s what I call him, or at least that is what I recall him geing called) I heard “your laces.” I thought that was rather odd as I wear boots and they rarely come undone. My laces are under my jeans, how would the tree know. Was this a joke.

No joke. They were not right. Then I noticed that I had not crossed over after the eyelets. So I undid my left lace and relaced them. Immediately I felt the pain in my shin go away. I had been having a challenge walking up until this point, as if I hadn’t stretched, but I had. Lo and behold my walking was pain free from there on.

I walked with a boyuant gate the rest of the way to Dunn Bros. Then as I reached the top of the hill I saw this glorious elm. What a magnificent tree with a wonderful canopy just ready to burst out into bud.

I walked a few steps and noticed a young tree that was perfectly balanced and appreciated it too. “Laces”

That’s funny I had forgotten about the laces. I looked down and lo and behold - my never coming undone laces had done just that.

I looked up and they were all giggling.

Fun with trees.