I've never shied away from planting trees. In third grade, we were sent home with elm seeds, a new variety reportedly resistant to Dutch Elm disease. That little seed grew to a massive 30 feet or more by the time I saw it last, probably ten years ago.
A few years ago, I started taking an interest in bonsai, the Japanese art of miniature trees. I haven't found the appropriate outlet for this interest, never found the group here in Tampa. Killed my first tree, but that doesn't mean I won't try again once we move next. We planted a Japanese maple at the corner of our home in Wisconsin, and it's still strangely exciting to drive by and see how it's doing.
I saw a headstone in North Carolina a while back that had a beautiful Japanese maple growing from it, maintained lovingly by someone to keep it in perfect scale with the planter built into the stone. I would love such a thing, if that isn't too morbid.
We were cleaning out the flower beds and continuing our mulching efforts last weekend, and I noticed a foot-high oak sapling, just taking root perfectly in the corner of the yard. Away from mowers, perfectly spaced where it could be a feature, I can only hope the next owners decide, as I did, to leave it be.
The next step, of course, is arborsculpture. Rather than emphasizing the natural form, trees are made to do unthinkable contortive feats, to great effect. I've seen some works of this in the past, gazebos made entirely of living things, and I love whimsy in the garden. These are some cool pieces, and some things I hope to mimic the next time we have a permanent garden of our own.
However, planting trees has become more politicized in my lifetime. Growing up exploring the forests of Wisconsin, with all the pines in straight rows where the paper companies reseeded fifty years earlier, I never thought of reforestation as 'politically correct', I just took it as something that one does. More recently, the term 'carbon footprint' has been thrown around, and I'm being encouraged to buy 'carbon credits' any time I book travel or buy electronics (and no, I don't actually buy electronics, but bear with me).
I never thought that suddenly my blog, the most ethereal of non-tangible things, could have a carbon footprint. Adrienzgirl, over at Think Tank Momma, posted Wednesday that a blog receiving 15,000 hits a month produces eight pounds of carbon dioxide in that time. (Would that I could get 15,000 hits a month, better start posting more pictures of Danica McKellar and Bo Derek, since those get the most hits of anything I've done.)
By posting this button in the sidebar, and telling the nifty people over at Machs Grun (which I assume is German for 'more green', but what do I know) about this post, they will plant a tree on behalf of your blog.
How simple is that? And who doesn't like