What tree did you fall from?

[Dodgy Loner]

Hmmm...At first I was excited to find out I was a walnut.  Wouldn't that make me beautiful and desirable (lumber), as well as a good provider (of nuts and shade), although a bit independent (allelopathic chemical in the roots) ???

Then I read my description:

unrelenting, strange and full of contrasts, often egotistic, aggressive, noble,
broad horizon, unexpected reactions, spontaneous, unlimited ambition, no flexibility, difficult and uncommon partner, not always liked but often admired, ingenious strategist, very jealous and passionate, no compromise.

:-\

[flip]

Maple, and it mostly fits.  If you ask my girlfriend, I often fall out of the stoopid tree, not quite sure what she means by that

[Bill Johnson]

I am the mighty Chestnut!   Well at least the nut portion is right :D

[WDH]

Well Dodgy, I guess we can't have it all ;D.

[thecfarm]

Interesting thread.Weeping willow for me.Some parts are right.Took me more than 40 years to get married.   ;D

[ScottAR]

Guess I'm the only Cypress.  Or others are embarrassed to say
they step in the mud too.   : ;D

[Don P]

Ya got company Scott. Its about as accurate as a horoscope  :D

So, is the lime a citrus or a linden  ???

[Engineer]

Walnut for me.  I wouldn't describe myself quite that way but I bet some others would.   :-\

[Roxie]

Watch it Ron!  I'm a beech!   :D :D  Is that hilarious, or what!?

I'm a beech and Cowboy Bob is a Fig!


BEECH TREE (the Creative) - has good taste, concerned about its looks, materialistic, good organization of life and career, economical, good leader, takes no unnecessary risks, reasonable, splendid lifetime companion, keen on keeping fit (diets, sports etc.)

FIG TREE (the Sensibility) - very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, its family, children and animals, a
bit of social butterfly, good sense of humor, likes idleness
and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.

What fun!   8)

[Patty]

I am a fig. I guess me and Cowboy Bob are lazy & idle.  :

[Tom]

Good thing you found a Fig, Beech.  Everybody should have someone around that will keep them in toe and stop them from thinking too much of themselves.  :D :D   It's kinda like having power assisted brakes.  ;D

[Roxie]

That Fig (and Patty too) are the best things that ever happened to me!   8)

Note to Patty:  I don't think of CB as lazy or idle, but he sure does know how to relax!   :D

[ARKANSAWYER]

  Well I guess that was to be Hard Maple for me.  More likly spalted maple now with all this white in my beard.  At least I was no DanG elem!

  OH Bill on that Mighty Chestnut thing, They are about all gone and not doing so hot.  Sorry.

[Jeff]

Whats wrong with an elm?

[Texas Ranger]

They smell bad, attract insects, are messy, but most of all, no heat from the wood.

Well, you asked.

[breederman]

HEY!! I resemble that! ;)

[Tom]

They're easy to spell.  :P :D :D

[timberfaller390]

Hornbeam myself sorta fits except the part about not being sure of your decisions. never heard of a hornbeam tree

[Jeff]

Yea Don, but I expected an answer from someone that knows what they are talking about.  The American Elm is one of the most majestic trees there are. I don't know about your little pithant elm trees down there in brush country, ;)

[sawguy21]

Elm here and my g/f says the description pretty much fits. :D Interestingly, her last name is Elmes.

[grassy]

I am a female hazelnut tree. That was a fun post. I showed it to all the guys and everyone at the house had some fun with that. Heck everyone knows their astrology sign, but i never thought we all had a tree! cindy

[Weekend_Sawyer]

Apple here, but I am not, from any angle, slight of build ;D

[Don P]

I was reading an epic from around 600 AD, several hundred years before Beowulf , The Gododdin, about the British defeat by the Anglo-Saxons at the battle of Catterick. Wandering a little more came across this poem, a translation from an ancient Welsh text. "The Battle of the Trees," written by Gwion and found later in the Book of Taliesin, a 13th century Welsh manuscript. The poem is about a battle between Arawn, King of Annwfn and a man named Amaethon. The poem centers on the use of a magical staff which transforms trees into fighting men and is believed to be the recordation of the powers ascribed to the trees at that time.

The tops of the beech tree have sprouted of late,
Are changed and renewed from their withered state.

When the beech prospers, though spells and litanies
The oak tops entangle, there is hope for trees.

I have plundered the fern, through all secrets I spy,
Old Math ap Mathonwy knew no more than I.

For with nine sorts of faculty God has gifted me,
I am fruit of fruits gathered from nine sorts of tree--

Plum, quince, whortle, mulberry, respberry, pear,
Black cherry and white, with the sorb in me share.

From my seat at Fefynedd, a city that is strong,
I watched the trees and green things hastening along.

Retreating from happiness they would fein be set
In forms of the chief letters of the alphabet.

Wayfarers wandered, warriors were dismayed
At renewal of conflicts such as Gwydion made;

Under the tongue root a fight most dread,
And another raging, behind, in the head.

The alders in the front line began the affray.
Willow and rowan-tree were tardy in array.

The holly, dark green, made a resolute stand;
He is armed with many spear-points wounding the hand.

With foot-beat of the swift oak heaven and earth rung;
"Stout Guardian of the Door", his name in every tongue.

Great was the gorse in battle, and the ivy at his prime;
The hazel was arbiter at this charmed time.

Uncouth and savage was the fir, cruel the ash tree--
Turns not aside a foot-breadth, straight at the heart runs he.

The birch, though very noble, armed himself but late:
A sign not of cowardice but of high estate.

The heath gave consolation to the toil-spent folk,
The long-enduring poplars in battle much broke.

Some of them were cast away on the field of fight
Because of holes torn in them by the enemy's might.

Very wrathful was the vine whose henchmen are the elms;
I exalt him mightily to rulers of realms.

Strong chieftains were the blackthorn with his ill fruit,
The unbeloved whitethorn who wears the same suit.

The swift-pursuing reed, the broom with his brood,
And the furse but ill-behaved until he is subdued.

The dower-scattering yew stood glum at the fight's fringe,
With the elder slow to burn amid fires that singe.

And the blessed wild apple laughing in pride
From the Gorchan of Maeldrew, by the rock side.

In shelter linger privet and woodbine,
Inexperienced in warfare, and the courtly pine.

But I, although slighted because I was not big,
Fought, trees, in your array on the field of Goddeu Brig.

[SwampDonkey]

Ash tree here. See? I told ya I liked ash.   I don't quite fit the description though. :D

[isawlogs]

I have falling off many a tree at one time or another , in this case it would be a lime tree .