Posted by on Aug 1, 2014 in Nature-Inspired Sexy


I don’t know what it is with me and aspen trees.

Wait, that’s not entirely true.  I’ve explored my fascination with them before in this post. But I thought my obsession was just a winter thing, when they are so stunningly stark, like those twenty-something women who are even more lovely if you get lucky enough to catch them without eye makeup.

So I was a bit surprised when I found myself in the middle of July pulling out of an uphill climb on my mountain bike because I was rendered breathless by a stand of aspen.

summer aspens 1


I wonder sometimes if it’s just a game for them, seeing which humans they can seduce from the trail.

All I know it that I’m a willing pawn. I pull off my one of my biking gloves and show my hand, placing it reverently on the closest trunk. As my breathing and heart rate slow, I feel my feet rooting into the earth and I have this epiphany that by touching one of these trees I am touching the entire clone since a stand of aspen is really one big organism.

The dappled sunlight filtering through the leafy canopy pulses through my every cell and I have one of those full-body sensory orgasms that I write about in this blog and suddenly I can’t see the forest for I am the trees.







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