{"id":40562,"date":"2024-01-27T00:01:06","date_gmt":"2024-01-27T08:01:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/?p=40562"},"modified":"2026-06-05T12:48:39","modified_gmt":"2026-06-05T12:48:39","slug":"nature-giveth-and-nature-taketh-away","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/nature-giveth-and-nature-taketh-away\/","title":{"rendered":"Nature Giveth and Nature Taketh Away"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Nature<\/a>
Nature giveth and nature taketh away. A flowering tree appeared one spring in the canyon below my house. Photos by Barbara Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

It’s gone. The lovely flowering tree, all pink and white and airy, that used to grace the springtime view from my writing room — is gone. It disappeared a couple years ago as mysteriously as it appeared back in 2010.<\/p>\n

Against all odds that little tree — a plum? an apple? — had found purchase on the steep hillside below my house. But now it’s gone, and I suspect that, one rainy winter, it couldn’t keep its grip on the muddy hillside and fell over in a windstorm.<\/p>\n

Nature giveth and nature taketh away. <\/strong><\/h5>\n

The little tree\u00a0 is gone, but I remember it well. And if I remember it, how gone can it be?<\/p>\n

Here’s what I wrote about that tree back in February, 2010.<\/p>\n

Beauty Is in the Eye of the Beholder — <\/strong><\/h3>\n

But What if There Is No Beholder?<\/strong><\/h3>\n

Something big and white and cloudy was lurking in the steep canyon below our house. I stood up from my computer and peered out the window for a better look.<\/p>\n

It was a flowering tree, growing wild.<\/p>\n

I’d never noticed that tree before. You can barely see it from our house. It’s surrounded on all sides by more predictable trees: A rangy bay laurel and its offspring. A couple of young and aggressive live oaks. An aging Monterey pine. A gigantic cypress. Also, an anonymous shrub with red berries that I have never much liked.<\/p>\n

But here it is February, early spring in California. And a fruit tree — an apple? a plum? — is blossoming right below my back yard.<\/p>\n

I went outdoors to get a better look, only to lose sight of the tree entirely. It’s probably a beautiful thing, I thought. But what a waste. All that splendor and no one to pay homage to it.<\/p>\n

Capturing the Beauty of a Tree<\/strong><\/h5>\n

I resolved to make my way down the hill later in the week and appreciate that tree up close. Take a picture. Record the poignant, fleeting lives of those white blossoms.<\/p>\n

And so, last Friday I grabbed our camera, put on my hiking boots and a pair of old, expendable pants, and made the steep downhill journey through mud, blackberry, sourgrass and a rotting tree stump.<\/p>\n

\"nature<\/a>
It was growing wild, unpruned and shaded by oaks and pines.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

A Meyer lemon tree? A plum? The result of an apple core I threw down the canyon twenty years ago?<\/p>\n

When I finally reached the hidden tree, I saw that it was a tangled mass of limbs, branches and twigs, many of them dead. Clearly no gardener prunes or tends this tree. It’s on its own. And this season, all on its own, it has produced thousands of small white flowers, each one quietly surging with life and — it seemed to me — intention.<\/p>\n

I snapped my pictures, but I did not linger under the tree. I couldn’t get much of a foothold on the muddy hillside. Also, my feet were getting wet, and I needed to get back to my writing room. I had work to do.<\/p>\n

Picking my way back up the slippery hillside, I felt satisfied that this patch of beauty had not gone unappreciated. I had personally given it its full fifteen minutes of fame.<\/p>\n

Back at the house I kicked off my muddy boots and thought about the proverbial tree falling in the woods. If no one hears it crash, does it make a sound?<\/p>\n

Likewise, if no one sees this small tree bloom, is it beautiful? What if I hadn’t been here to take note – and a snapshot? Could that cloud of blossoms have been beautiful without me? Without a beholder, is there beauty?<\/p>\n

Maybe God is like that tree, hidden, and beautiful whether I show up with my camera or not.<\/p>\n

More about nature at “Nature. We Love It. But Does It Give a Darn About Us?”<\/a>\u00a0 Also,\u00a0 “The Question of Flowers.\u00a0 Are They — Are We — Works of Art.”<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n

\"dead-fallen-tree\"
The view from my writing room thirteen years later. Nature giveth and nature taketh away. Photos by Barbara Newhall<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\"nature<\/a><\/p>\n

Against all odds, a flowering fruit tree took root in the wild canyon below our house, but not for long. Nature giveth, nature taketh away.\u00a0 Read more.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":8484,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13,14],"tags":[103,43,187,34,521,403,472,88,727],"class_list":["post-40562","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-my-rocky-spiritual-journey","category-widowed","tag-aging","tag-beauty","tag-death","tag-dont-miss","tag-flowering-tree","tag-flowers","tag-garden","tag-nature","tag-trees"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40562","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40562"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40562\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48855,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40562\/revisions\/48855"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/8484"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40562"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40562"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40562"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}