Even from the school curriculum, I learned that we humans are the pinnacle of nature's creation. Nature, as Michurin put it, is just our workshop. But one day my attitude towards her changed. And it happened like this. In the very center of the swampy six acres allocated to us for gardening, there was a young pine tree.
As long as she did not bother anyone, she was not disturbed. But somehow, when deepening the drainage ditch, I chopped off one root for it. The pine tree suffered this trauma hard, the upper part of the trunk was bent. But soon in place of the chopped off root a new one appeared, however, turned away from the ditch, and the pine trunk gradually leveled out. She didn't "go" into the ditch anymore.
I remember then I thought: "Do you really understand that you can't go there?" This was my first suspicion that a tree might have a mind.
The site was gradually filled with beds, greenhouses, buildings. The pine tree did not interfere, and therefore no one touched it. And if I needed to disturb her somehow, I warned her in advance. Once I found her roots near the garden, but I was surprised to note that none of them got into the garden. It was like a tree deliberately bypassed her.
For twenty years a house has grown on the site. The pine tree, which turned out to be just under his window, grew up and turned into a real beauty. I put a lounge chair under it. In winter he hung bird feeders on its branches, in summer he built a device from pipes of different lengths - it played the "chime of the wind".
Once, when I was sitting in an armchair with my back against a pine tree, I felt as if the tree was pitifully asking me to remove the "wind chime." As I understood, these sounds annoyed her.
I was surprised, but I removed the pipes. Since then, our dialogue has become permanent. And it happened not only on my initiative. Of course, sometimes I did not understand the meaning of the messages that the tree sent me. For example, one day, when a pine tree bloomed and green cones appeared on all the tips of the branches, I decided that they have a lot of vitamins and it would be nice to use it.
However, sitting once again in a chair with my eyes closed, I suddenly clearly saw an image of a lump in front of me, and then parted lips appeared instead. I thought that the pine was inviting me to bite off its cones. "Should you chew them?" I asked mentally.
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In response, an image of tightly compressed lips appeared in front of me. It was only later that I realized that it was a ban. But then I still picked a few cones for the tincture.
Once my wife and I argued about what kind of animal left traces in the garden. Suddenly the pine tree "called" me and drew a muzzle with a tongue hanging to one side in front of my mind's eye, and then depicted the traces, the very ones over which my wife and I were arguing. Of course, the muzzle was more like some kind of Chupacabra. and yet I realized that it was the dog who had inherited.
In general, pine and I talked about different topics. They talked, so to speak, about pests and rodents, about the weather … Once I asked her how she sees. Pine depicted a face without eyes, and then sketched out a large mesh, similar to a capillary system. I thought, "But there must also be a brain that processes information?" In response to my question, a bright trunk with branches appeared, just like our spinal cord. I noted that she even "sees" her roots and can show them.
When a hurricane knocked down a lot of pine trees in our forests the year before last, I thought that maybe ours is also afraid of hurricanes. But when asked what she was afraid of, I received a completely different answer: I saw a fragment of a log wall. I think it's clear what she meant by that.
Over the years of communication with this tree, my attitude towards nature has completely changed. I realized that plants, just like people, worry, rejoice, fear … And the worst enemies for them are those who can cause them serious harm. This is us people.
Boris TRUDIN
"Secrets of the XX century" April 2013