
This past week in class we went tree hugging at the Tanglewood Personius Nature Center. Up until this point, I had never been tree hugging. The only hugging by a tree that I had ever encountered was when I tried kissing a tree (do not ask why). Let me walk you through my experience.
Picture this, being blindfolded in the middle of the woods, relying on some you do not really know to guide you and pick out a tree... a tree that you get to know. I started off my giving my tree a big hug, then I began to feel my tree up and get to know it. My tree was tall and thick, barely letting me get my arms around it. It was rough, but in a way that distinguished it from other trees. My tree had sharp ridges, my tree had lumps and bumps... then I was lead back to the main sight to find my tree without a blindfold.

If I had not been blindfolded and challenged to find my tree, I probably would not have paid the same amount of attention to the tree than I did. Every tree’s roots are different. Every tree has a different trunk. Every tree is different.

Something to think about: I never thought not being able to see would make me appreciate nature more.
Sincerely,
(newly cautious about the environment) Tiffany.
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