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His Hugs

Photo Prompt courtesy of Sandra Crook



Kelvin M. Knight

Trees needed to be hugged. They couldnโ€™t hug themselves so he did it for them. They tried, bless them, with their swaying branches, their groping twigs and stroking leaves; however they did not possess the knack. He did. His gift was hugging. He loved wrapping his arms around trees whether they were short or tall, thin or fat, whether they were leaning, falling or fallen. He especially hugged those trees whose bark was deformed, those whose flesh was lumpy. To these trees who looked ugly, diseased and lonely, he gave the longest, tightest hugs and willed himself not to cry.

(100 words)


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72 thoughts on “His Hugs

  1. Absolutely delightful and this matched the tree so well because I know many saw the beauty of the oak – but the tree had some homely vibes – and your tree hugger hugging habits has many dimensions – have u heard of grounding ?
    Well research shows we need to touch the earth so much and many folks hug trees to ground – but i think it takes feeling soil – hm

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      1. On the other hand, they are very obstinate things. Once they’ve taken a stand, no amount of persuasion will move them. Just like some people, they become so entrenched you practically need a backhoe to dig them out.

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  2. I agree with the others; it’s delightful that he hugs trees — but I would sure wish him some people to hug and share the love with. People can hug back. ๐Ÿ™‚

    When we first moved to this “alkaline sandbox” property I told friends I was going to put up a sign: “We’re tree huggers here. Any tree that can survive in this soil deserves to be hugged.” ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. I like that idea – having the gift of hugs. It’s a good super power! I might not hug many trees, but I do like to touch them – bark like that in the pic is very tactile. Lovely tale Kelvin

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  4. I love where you took this. It reminded me of taking care of my parents during the last months of their lives and seeing them in all their nobby-old-age-glory and wondering if someone would have hugged them as much as my sisters and I did. Now I know there is a someone who would have ~ someone created by you. Thanks.

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  5. Kelvin, you’re early this week! You usually wait until the last few hours ๐Ÿ™‚

    Nothing wrong with being a tree hugger, is there? I love trees, have always felt them to be warm and protective. Although I’m not a fanatic about it, I do find it sad when they have to be cut down. Loved your story.

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    1. Haha thanks Linda. Maybe I am turning over a new leaf?! Seriously though I do prefer to stand back let others go first, get the lay of the land before tentatively venturing forward.

      Thanks for your glowing comment on my story. ๐Ÿ˜Š


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