Tell Me a Story

Thank you to The Snow Melts Somewhere for hosting the Friendly Friday Photo Challenge! This Week’s theme is STORY:


Little Tree said to Big Tree: Big Tree, tell me a story of the wind.
Big Tree said to Little Tree: Well Little Tree,

Long before the wind traveled the Earth, he was a tree. Just like you and me. But he was born all alone in the middle of a vast, open field. There was nothing around him for miles and miles. And for many years he stood in that one place and never saw another living creature.

Then one day, an eagle flew up and landed on one of his limbs. He was so excited to see this new life, he asked the eagle a million questions. And the eagle stayed and talked to him all day and all night. The eagle told him about far off places where there were trees, just like him, that grew together in great forests and had wonderful conversations about interesting things.

But instead of making the tree happy, the eagle could see that this made him very sad. And so, the next time the eagle came to visit, he brought with him a seed. And he dropped this seed into the ground right next to the tree. And this seed soon grew into another tree, who became a friend to the wind tree. And the wind tree loved his new friend. He talked to him all day long and told him all the interesting things the eagle had told him. But the wind tree grew tired of only talking to his friend. He longed to talk with other trees in the great forests of the eagle’s tales.

The eagle had once told him how people closed their eyes and blew away an eyelash to make a wish come true. And so he plucked a leaf from one his branches and closed his eyes and made his wish and blew his leaf away. When that didn’t work, he peeled a piece of bark from his trunk and closed his eyes and made his wish and blew his bark away. And day after day and week after week and year after year, the wind tree blew pieces of himself away and wished to travel to the great forests and have great conversations about interesting things. Until one day, there was nothing left of the wind tree but his breath. And his breath swirled and swooped and gathered together, gaining force and momentum way up in the sky, and he became the wind.


All at once the wind caught the eagle in midflight, propelling him faster and higher into the air, so that the eagle could show him the way to the forests with great speed. And like that he traveled around the world, and he mingled with all the great trees, whispering wonderful words about interesting things through their branches and then carrying their stories to the next great forest.

Finally, he returned to the vast, open field where he was born and found his old friend standing there all alone with no other living creature for miles around. He felt very sorry for his friend. And he felt very ashamed for leaving him alone. So he rustled and he blew and he gusted at his friend, trying to persuade his friend to leave this field and travel with him among the great forests. But his friend had no intention of leaving. He was a tree, and he was meant to stay put.

This made the wind very angry, and his anger swelled, and a storm began to brew. And the wind battered his friend day after day and week after week and year after year, but his friend never budged. Instead, he grew deeper roots and held tight to his leaves and learned how to let his limbs bend without breaking. After a while, the wind gave up. Once again, he got bored being in the same place and got swept up in his longing to travel and to see other trees. And just like that – he was gone.


Little Tree said to Big Tree: Big Tree, tell me a story of the clouds.
Big Tree said to Little Tree: Well Little Tree,

Every tree has something it loves very dearly. Some trees love the animals that run about the forest and chase each other through our branches and shelter their families within our crowns. Some trees love the flowers that bring color to our fields and sweeten the air. Some trees love the stories of fairy tales and folklore and myth and relive the adventures of dragons and fairies and princes in their minds. Some trees love the works of man and daydream about seeing the world in their cars and in their planes and in their boats and in their trains. And some trees just love other trees and relish the company of crowds and the whispering of tales along the breeze.

A tree’s love is his spirit. And a tree’s spirit never dies. When the tree, itself, dies and is burned, the fire releases his spirit into the air in the form of a cloud. And this cloud takes on the shape of the thing that the tree loved the most. And this is why you can find clouds in all kinds of shapes. Some clouds look like animals, and some clouds look like flowers, and some clouds look like dragons or fairies or princes, and some clouds look like cars or planes or boats or trains, and some clouds – the most beautiful clouds of all – look like trees.


Little Tree said to Big Tree: Big Tree, tell me a story of the leaves.
Big Tree said to Little Tree: Well Little Tree,

Before there were seasons, the days were always the same. The sun shined in a clear, blue sky and the temperature was always warm. And trees of all kinds, those with needles and those with leaves, lived together year-round, never having to worry about the cold. They basked in the sun, swayed in the breeze, and raised their children in the warm comfort of the open field.

But when the moon came into being, it teamed up with the sun. And the sun and moon set into motion the cycles of the Earth. And the cycles of the Earth set into motion the seasons of the year. And the seasons of the year changed the days. And the days grew cold.

As the days grew colder and colder, the trees began to worry. Their children were young and little. The sun was warm only half the time, and they were struggling to make food. The ground froze solid and their roots were struggling to find water. Desperate, the parent trees decided on a plan.

The trees with leaves pulled them all from their stems and piled them together in the center of the field. Then the trees with needles gathered all the thready grasses that remained and began to sew. They sewed all the leaves together into a giant blanket and laid it out upon the ground. They tucked it tight around their children and bundled it thick around their roots. And they huddled together and shivered together and figured out ways to conserve together. And together, they survived the cold.

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Little Tree said to Big Tree: Big Tree, tell me a story of the moon.
Big Tree said to Little Tree: Well Little Tree,

There was a time, very long ago, when there was no moon. In those days, there were two suns, one for each half of the world. And these suns worked all day, never stopping to rest. There was never any dark, never any night. And because of this, the trees worked all day, never stopping to rest. There was never any shortage, never any hunger. And the trees grew bigger and stronger and they began to multiply so that they soon covered the Earth.

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As the trees worked hard, they breathed hard. And every single exhale sent more water up into the sky. Soon the sky became so heavy with water, it couldn’t hold it anymore. First, small drops fell from the sky, and the ground became wet. Then, sheets of water fell from the sky, and the trees were submerged up to the tops of their trunks. Finally, waves of water fell from the sky, and the world began to drown.

The two suns became frantic. They had never before seen so much water. They blazed and blared and sent the hottest rays they could muster, but they could not dry it up. And the water continued to rise. And the world continued to drown.

Then the two suns had a thought. The power of the water was too much for each of them alone. But maybe they could work together, and combine their strength, and regain balance. So one sun left his side of the world to join the other sun in his. When he looked back, that whole side of the world had gone dark.

The two suns worked furiously together. One sun continued to blaze and blare down the hottest rays he could muster. The other sun pulled at the water with all his force, moving it away from the Earth and back into the sky. But there was so much water, and the water was so heavy, that the sun had to pull harder and harder and harder. Finally, the water began to recede, and the Earth no longer drowned.

Once the Earth returned to normal, and all the water was balanced again, the sun that had left his side of the world circled back to where he had come from. But he was small and pale, and he had lost all of his heat. He could no longer blaze and blare. The only thing he wanted to do was to pull. And he stopped being a sun and became the moon.

And so this was how the world went on. The sun and the moon working together, one burning and one pulling, one pulling and one burning, to create the cycles of hot and cold, and of day and night, and of sleep and rest that create balance in the world.

Because life needs balance. And life is balance. Everyone must rest, Little Tree. And now, so do you.



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  1. Some great fables in there, I particularly like how the leaves are sown together to make a blanket against the cold. You have a way of looking at the mundane in an enlightening way.

  2. Oh Lindsay what a beautiful story! I believed every word – and part of me wished I was Little Tree.
    And my timing for reading it was perfect too, since I’m just about to go to sleep 🙂
    What a lovely, lovely contribution! Thank you!
    (Ps. The pingback for this didn’t work, Manja alerted me to this beautiful post of yours that I otherwise would’ve missed! It might’ve gone into spam but I just emptied my spam without knowing. So maybe you could post a link to my post as a comment, so that other people can find this post if they browse my comments? This is such a great read!)

    1. Thank you so much! I truly have fallen in love with these trees, and I’ve spent a lot of time with them over the past few weeks. But I kept struggling with what to write about. So I am so thankful for your prompt! As soon as I saw it, it seemed perfect for them! Thank you!

  3. Indeed a wonderful story. You are very talented. This story is also a great metaphor for how the environment tries to find balance and heal. If something is out of balance in our lives as in the environment, degradation happens. But there is more than that message in these stories. The more you read it, the more you find. Thank you ever so much for sharing.

    1. Your words are very kind and I truly appreciate you! Thank you for taking the time to read these stories and to seek out meaning! I’m very flattered! The more I spend outdoors, the more metaphors and analogies I find to our lives. And it’s been a very fun experience! 🙂

      1. I think that’s great! It’s a great way to travel but also a nice way to try out the minimalist lifestyle if you’ve been considering it. Like getting your feet wet! Lol

  4. Wow! What an amazing story! You should make that into a children’s book. My grandkids would love it. In fact, I am going to read it to them the next time they visit! 🙂

    By the way, this year, I am focusing on the concept “balance”. This was the perfect post for me to read this evening!

    1. I’m so very flattered by your comment! I can’t imagine a nicer response than to be moved to share! Thank you so much! And also neat to have that moment of synchronicity! The blogging world seems to be full of little magic moments like that! It is a small world! Thank you, again!

  5. Oh Lindsay, what beguiling, wonderful stories! I fell in love with these tree tales with the opening sentence: “Long before the wind travelled the earth, he was a tree.” Now that’s how to start a story! I love the way you take this picture and weave the characters and all their adventures and emotions into every pixel. I love the idea of a tree needing a company, and of the two suns working tirelessly together to save the earth from drowning, and the concept of trees huddling together in the cold for survival and to protect their young, and indeed the idea that trees feel love. I bet they do. You’re right, life needs balance. These tales are up there with the classics. Please write some more. You haven’t only written this, you’ve crafted it. It’s the last thing I’ve read today, and now my mind feels as though it’s been massaged and I’m ready for bed. So thank you for taking my mind off my gruelling essay and Latin vocab! And well done! 🙂

    1. Thank you, Alli. Your words inspire me, as always. The more I hung out with these two little trees, I fell in love with the way they stood there together, and seeing them in different times of the day and in all types of weather certainly made me think about how these two little lives kept each other company through it all. Good luck with all of your schoolwork. I know how tiring and stressful all of that can be. So I genuinely appreciate you spending some of your precious relaxation time with these stories. And then of course the extra mile of writing such a meaningful response. Thank you!

      1. Thanks Lindsay. Your inspiration shines through, and you created the perfect tales for those two beautiful companion trees. I’m grateful that I have your posts to unwind with – they put things into perspective for me, and I love reading them. Have a great day. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Stuart! That’s my favorite, too. I think it’s the most fully worked out. It was fun thinking about these stories from the trees’ point of view. I feel like they have so much personality standing there. I could almost hear them talking to each other! Thank you for the visit and awesome comment!!!

  6. enjoyed the ending (balance) and the sections throughout.
    This should be made into a YA book.
    but I think you will get to all that in its time.
    Quite a special photo to pivot from

    1. Thank you. 🙂 Those trees definitely set the right mood. I’m writing a high school YA book right now. ‘The Tree of Jesse’ Trees play a big role in the life of my protagonist. So I think I have a special affinity for trees. They seem natural storytellers. And there are so many great analogies, etc. you can make between trees and people, you know? And it’s funny because I’ve been writing about trees more abstractly I guess – one of my adult characters uses tree references a lot to give advice that Jesse finds mostly obscure at first. So it’s interesting to feel the difference when they’re anthropomorphized and become characters. It was fun. Thank you for taking the time to read them.

      1. I wrote a tiny little picture book on 2005 (when my kids were little and we were just informally writing mini books – I will see if I can find it)
        And funny thing about that book writing summer (informal – lol) and then we did it again in 2007 (I think it was then or 06) but I pulled out one for my Son2’s bday last year and in the last page of the book I grabbed – it had an about the author page (we were thorough) and it said “this is his 7th book” and we were all just laughing so much! Quite a cv for third grade – ha

        Anyhow – your YA book sounds interesting –
        The book have images?

      2. Lol. That is pretty funny. And cool to do that with your kids. I would think it will be neat for them to pull those out when they’re much older. I would love to see them! I love picture books. You know how they can so often appeal to the adult as much as the kids? But in different, subtler ways. I think that’s magical. I think it’s hard to write picture books. Capturing plot and character and emotions in so few words. And no. I’m not planning on images. Maybe some sketches at the first of each chapter? I don’t know. Something the ponder. 😊

      3. Yeah – that was what I was thinking – sketches at a few places – like Dickens did at times –
        Really helps us see what the author meant.

        And your post reminded me (a little) of “wonderful you” – by Kate Gleason
        See if I can find

      4. You know, I actually hadn’t thought too much about images. But now that you mention it, I can think back to all the books that have them and they did have a little extra magic! 😃 wonderful you… sounds nice…

      5. The reason I like it sometimes is that it can help us (reader or audience) know what the author intended.
        Like we saw a Christmas carol every year for more than a decade – one day we were wondering if Scrooge was as bent over as this character played it- we were able to see what dickens had in mind.
        But I know sometimes writers and painters get on this path that they want to leave it open. I get it – but I do prefer the author’s take and then I might accept or might challenge and say “well maybe he could have looked like this”

        But again – so unique to the writer/artist and their goal

      6. Hmm. I think that’s an interesting thought. It is funny. Sometimes I see a movie based on a book and think – this guy doesn’t look anything like fill in the blank character. I mean I sometimes get indignant. Lol. So… so true.

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