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	<title>Comments on: White Pine and Hemlock</title>
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		<title>By: Kristen Augusta</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kristen Augusta</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 12:27:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>There stands in the back yard, down by the stream, an ancient pine. Taller than my house which is 80 years old, and older than that I am sure. Shortly after we moved in a friend came to visit and we speculated about the plantings, future flowers and secret gardens. She pointed to the pine and said, "If you cut it down you'll have more yard. Besides it's old. It might fall on the garage." The pine has stood watch over that small back yard and the narrow little gathering of 'forest' vegetation on the banks of that stream for nearly a century. It has sheltered children at play, been a jungle gym for squirrels and tethered the back end of a clothes line for decades. It has a history rooted in the earth and yes, she lacks the grace of youth but so do I. The scent of her needles, the rough scratch of her trunk is so essential to that space that to deliberatly remove her would be tragic. 

We are blessed by the good Mother Earth. We should could keep our foot prints small and accept her healing gifts with joy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There stands in the back yard, down by the stream, an ancient pine. Taller than my house which is 80 years old, and older than that I am sure. Shortly after we moved in a friend came to visit and we speculated about the plantings, future flowers and secret gardens. She pointed to the pine and said, &#8220;If you cut it down you&#8217;ll have more yard. Besides it&#8217;s old. It might fall on the garage.&#8221; The pine has stood watch over that small back yard and the narrow little gathering of &#8216;forest&#8217; vegetation on the banks of that stream for nearly a century. It has sheltered children at play, been a jungle gym for squirrels and tethered the back end of a clothes line for decades. It has a history rooted in the earth and yes, she lacks the grace of youth but so do I. The scent of her needles, the rough scratch of her trunk is so essential to that space that to deliberatly remove her would be tragic. </p>
<p>We are blessed by the good Mother Earth. We should could keep our foot prints small and accept her healing gifts with joy.</p>
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