reede, november 09, 2007

Mänd

Who can you count on in November? You can't count on the sun anymore. Any you can't count on the snow, which comes and goes in its own rhythm. When you walk home in the dark late afternoon, passing by the orange lit windows of your little Estonian town, who can you count on?

My answers these nights seems to be the pines. It might be wicked and November, but they look the same all year round. They offer a sense of continuity in a land where June days go above and beyond the call of duty and November days as they always are, a dull brown prelude to Jõuluaeg.

Scattered among the wraith like deciduous garden trees of Tartu are the pines of the forest reaching upwards towards a light that on some days you aren't even sure exists. I have never had a favorite tree before, and the Estonians seem to revere the oak, but these days I like the pines.

3 kommentaari:

Pēteris Cedriņš ütles ...

The light, the light, the light -- yes. When one says "hard winters," that's what I mean. I don't mind the snow (love it, even, when it comes) or the cold (well, when -20 not so nice)... but it's the light at this time of year that makes me wonder whether the Balts couldn't have headed in another direction at some point in history (I mean, couldn't the Slavs have squeezed us in between Croatia and Venice somewhere?). The Fenno-Ogres are used to it, I guess...

In schwarzer Novemberzerstörung,
/P

Thomas ütles ...

yeah...the pines...since we are leaving in Nõmme, we are surrounded from pine trees...and we love it...they are always there, no matter what...gives a little bit of stability during these dark days...

Thomas ütles ...

well...of course i didn't mean leaving but rather living since we do enjoy our little nest among the pines ;-)