So you call yourself a Tree Hugger

Let me guess, you live in the concrete jungle, you grew up fairly spoiled in a nice track home with air conditioning in the summer and forced heat in the winter.  You never really saw a different season until you moved out to what you call the “country” where you live on 1.3 acres which is surrounded in white vinyl fence and is located behind some gate posts that perch themselves on either side of the road in a community called “Such and Such Ranch.”  You drive a hybrid vehicle so you feel like you’re saving the planet and scoff at those who drive Ford diesel pick-ups with a nice coating of dust.  Little do you know, it’s that person driving the dirty Ford that is the true Tree Hugger, if you want to call it that.  He makes his living logging in the forests and understands what renewable resources mean.  He cares deeply about how the forests are harvested and cared for and that when a wild-fire blows through the tall pines that the scorched trees must be harvested before the bugs set in.  If bugs set in then all the living trees around the burn will also be compromised and will most likely be dubbed “bug kill” before the year is out.  When bug kill takes over a forest not only do you have dead trees but you also have millions of match sticks lining the once scenic mountain sides just itching to get a small flame started which would erupt in to a devastating catastrophe.  Not only does the guy driving the Ford diesel know about forests, but he also raises animals and cares deeply about their welfare.  He has to deal with real life and sometimes has to see suffering and then make the hard decision to end a life.  He decides what is meat and what is breeding stock.  Which animals are to go on living and which animals should be properly put down.  Sometimes this guy also has to do the “putting down” himself, and it eats him up inside but he does it anyway for the good of the animal.  He knows where his food comes from and where the leather of his belt is from too.  His horses and dogs are his best partners.  His dogs chase varmints, herd sheep and cows, and ride in his pick up truck.  They are fed well and treated as part of the family.  His horses are well fed and watered, cared for after a long days work of sorting cattle or checking fence lines.  They’re fed quality hay and treated kindly.  They babysit his kids and graze the clover in the yard while the cool of a summer’s night sets in.  These things — The trees, the animals, they are his living.  They are what makes him tick, if they don’t thrive then he won’t thrive.  He cares more for these things than any paper pushing cubical sitter driving the hybrid car sipping Starbucks and toting the designer bag.    They are his way of life and he lives it every day, the good and the bad.

About mudranch

I live in the country, I love to take photos, I'm a shepherdess, I adore my husband and daughter, I walk in the will of Christ.

Posted on August 16, 2010, in Life Lessons. Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Well said!

  2. So true – great post Joan!

  3. “tree huggers,” wanna be “tree huggers,” and those who just really don’t care about “tree hugging”………can’t we all just get along? 😉

    • LOL… Yes, we do some how but I get annoyed by people who tell me about the things that I live every day. It is my life and that is coming from people who don’t know remotely what goes on in my world of farming and country living. So, that’s where this stemmed from. 🙂

  4. Nope. . .never hugged a tree, cut down a tree, put out a burning tree. . . did climb a tree, built a tree house in a tree, watered a tree, fed a tree, picked fruit from a tree and yes, even sat under a tree once or twice. Nope. . . don’t drive a Ford pickup and the Chevy Suburban is washed weekly as is the Toyota Solara V6 (I like the power and speed thank you. . .) I’ve always worked on city streets and seen first hand the heartbreak, pain, suffering and death of my fellow man. . . .embraced the worst of humanity, and can still sit in wonder looking at a pod of dolphin swiming the Catalina Channel; appreciate the screach of the hawk circling high over my patio; and marvel at the deep blue sky as seen from 12K feet “sailing” alone in a powerless gulide. Yep. . .it’s all good, and on some days it’s even better. . . and so it goes. We all carve ourselves a little space that becomes “us”. . that doesn’t necessarily define us, unless we allow it too.

    Hope you had a great birthday. . . we all love you!

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