In the early to mid 90’s, I wrote a fun devotional song that my son told me sounded like a sea chantey. Years later, one line from that song would often come into my mind when I went on morning walks. At that point, though, the lyrics were different. They became “Good morning to you, good morning to you, good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning, good morning to you.” I would sing the ditty to the plants and trees I encountered on my walk.
Thursday night, we had a big rain and wind storm in Seattle. On Friday morning I went outside to see how the trees fared. I found myself singing that song to each tree along my way.
First I visited the trees in my back yard:
Maple tree, good morning to you!
Holly tree, good morning to you!
Magnolia tree, good morning to you!
Juniper trees, good morning to you!
Blue Spruce, good morning to you!
Next, I walked down to the Greenbelt lot where we’ve been rescuing the trees from blackberry vines and ivy. I was eager to check out what had happened there during the storm. I could tell everything was fine, but it was still windy so I didn’t go as close to those trees as I would have normally. I didn’t want to take any chance that a dead branch would drop on my head.
Cherry trees, good morning to you!
Cedar trees, good morning to you!
Buddleia, good morning to you!
I look forward to seeing who you become now that you are freed from the blackberries. I also look forward to seeing if butterflies flock to your blooms.
Hawthorne tree, good morning to you!
I look forward to seeing what happens now that you have a chance to thrive.
And last but not least, beautiful Alder, good morning to you!
I thoroughly enjoyed my morning visit to each of these trees. Maybe this will become a daily ritual for me!
I wish each of you who read this post a very good morning, no matter what time of day it is in your part of the world.
Living, Learning and Letting Go 
Thank you, for sharing your ” good mornings” . Your ditty, reminded me of a song my grandmother sang to me and I in turn have sung to my grandchildren. “little bird with a yellow bill, hopped upon my window still, cocked his little head and said, time to get up sleepy head”🎶🎵😊 When I’m out in the garden after the rain, I’m aware of the “scurrying about “of all the birds, gathering up the bounty from the wind! Thanks again for your ” good mornings” ❤️🐰
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And your comment reminded me of a song I sang my kids when they were infants. I had never looked it up before but I just did. I think I will write a post about it for tomorrow! Thanks……..
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I enjoyed reading this post a lot. I am glad you and others are out there saying ‘good morning’ to the trees, plants, birds and bees. I wonderful sense of companionship and shared connection with nature.
Just the other day I was on the balcony talking to the flowers and the bees. When I came back into the apartment Andrew asked “who were you talking to?” “The flowers and the bees” I responded. “That’s what I thought” he said. I smile in thinking he knows this about me. 🙂
I have vivid memories of my grandmother and mom talking to flowers. I love how this practice nurtures the sense of continuity and my connection with them.
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As I was beginning to learn how to speak Sanskrit I tried speaking to the crows. I still love to do that. They are called kaakaha in Sanskrit.
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I might try that next time. It might improve my attitude towards them!
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🙂
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We have lots of crows in Seattle, so I talk to them here as well as in India.
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Cute post 🙂 Thanks for sharing!
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Great pics, great post and I talk to crows as well. I first started talking to the robin that annually nested in your blue spruce
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That Blue Spruce is so tall now. It is at least 150 feet and probably more.
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I love this!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Enjoyed your new good morning routine.
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I’m glad.
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