The Tree That Barks (The Barking Tree)

The photo above, I mean on the left side (changed the location) is an album for photographs given by my husband's aunt who passed away last year? Or two years ago?  The dogwood flowers she painted on that kind of medium. She is also the woman who painted the "Light house" that is on display at the right hand corner of my blogsite. She is a teacher, was a teacher who valued courtesy and simplicity. A very strict well -mannered woman. Too bad she's no longer with us today. Know what I first thought the city workers will plant the dogwood trees along the highways and side walks instead they planted maple trees. Ah, it's okay they are both attractive trees although only one gives flowers that is more than pleasing to see and admire. The first time I have notice of dogwood tree is when I joined my kids in grade school for their picnic and field trip in Parksville, the Butterfly world where that tree stands alone and hundreds of monarch butterflies hang along its branches, leaves and flowers. Then we have a chance to view the bin where the rest of the butterflies, caterpillar and eggs nestled so warmly in their own habitat and I started telling stories  to the kids who are willing to listen about it's life cycle. The French teacher was impressed and asked how I know so much about it. I told her it was my thesis and sericulture is a favorite subject of mine. (Sericulture: is the raising of silkworms for raw silk production).

Then our field trip progressed as time goes by. The whole class were seated comfy inside the bus and it made me feel like as if I was in a "Magic School Bus."

Our walk within the inside part of the forest that seemed to look like Cathedral of century old trees (douglas fir, sequoia, spruce, hemlock, evergreens, etc) so tall and bigger than ordinary trees that's why its called "cathedral." In that shady area of the forest are dogwood trees also with its prominent white flowers, its heart-shaped petals with transparent stripes, yellow pollen at the middle. It's nice. While the school children came running around in search of their teacher-adviser majority of them unable to speak the English language. I went with them,  joined them in their search looking for their French teacher who at that time also looking for her whole class who almost disappeared along the big wooded area. Then I heard my kids' adviser who is fluent in English and French, about to scream to the children who would rather tap the cold chilly water running so wild at the streamlike body of water. I couldn't say it's a river. No,  not that small area of watery slope. But it's bigger than a canal. Don't assume it's Panama canal it's not what I try to picture for you to understand.

Now picture this atrocity and language barrier from an old movie of Martin Short. Hard of hearing, low on battery or just that the pronunciation is bad that when Martin heard about "gorilla" he was smiling, with grins on his left and right cheeks wanting to see the gorilla in excitement only to be shocked, thrilled and disgusted that the gorilla is not the ape but the "guerilla."