a room with a view

I climbed up a strangler fig this morning. These trees are amazing. They grow around other trees and form this lattice of fused vines all the way around. On the very oldest, the tree inside has died and rotted out, leaving nothing but the hollow fig. They're like something out of Fern Gully. There is something magical about them. I found this one about a quarter mile from the pasture restoration project we visited yesterday, and Vicki and I scrambled up the hollow middle. We got up maybe 60 feet, enough to sit in the canopy and marvel for a while. The light is different up there, and the birds come right up to you. Welcome to a remarkable universe.