Speaker 1: Hey, thanks for being a part of the conversation. This
is Forest Stories. I'm the Poet in the Forest, a
children's series that I pinned out in the nineteen nineties. Now,
none of it would be possible if it wasn't for
this forest right here in South Arlotte, North Carolina. I
talk about it so much that I thought maybe it's
time that you get to know what has inspired me
for thirty years. Thanks for being a part of the conversation.
Welcome back to the forest. Spring is popping, ooh, popping
like you wouldn't believe. The very very eaty bitty tips
of all these limbs, these naked trees, a little bit
of green. It's kind of like a lime green.
Speaker 2: The leaves are coming and they're going to do it,
ever so slowly because it's still wintertime. Spring hasn't really
arrived just yet, and here in the Carolinas, if it's
not Easter yet, there could be another snow on the way.
But the one tree that I've really had my eye
on is my very old ancient apple tree, which I
out so badly about this past fall. But it was
time to cut the limbs. They're not supposed to be
fifteen feet tall. You've got to trim them back and
treat them like a true apple orchard, even though it's
living inside a forest. So I've had that fear. Then
as I trim back several feet of the limbs, is
it going to take a hit, And we'll say so long,
mister powet in the forest so long. But today, while
walking in the forest, I slowly walked up to the
ancient old apple tree and I looked at the tips
and there it is, right there on the tip, the tiniest,
tiniest little piece of green that says I think I
can do it. I really do think I can do it.
I may not be fifteen feet tall anymore, but I'm
going to prove to these human beings that they too
should prune their own lives, because I'm gonna show them
there's new growth in every place that you want to step.
Oh my little forest, I've learned so much being here,
especially from an ancient old apple try. Hey, thanks for
being a part of the conversation.