…though it may be difficult to do so…
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Tuckamore are a part of Newfoundland’s natural landscape. They are the small, gnarled, and tangled evergreen trees that grow and flourish despite harsh conditions and obstacles that try to stand in their way: unforgiving adversaries like wind, rain, snow, and sleet.
A Tuckamore tree is known for its resiliency, adaptability and ability to survive under tough circumstances.
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What have you survived in your life in spite of tough circumstances?
Jennifer's Journal 
Lovely words and images Jennifer, I’m loving those plucky tuckamores.
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Thanks, Andrea. I love them too. 🙂
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Beautiful, Jennifer, the Newfoundland Tuckermore. Thank you for the views.
As for me, I’d say my big two have been divorce when my daughter was 9 and career interruptus by layoff after 30 years at the same company.
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Thank you, Mark. Those are a couple of tough ones for sure.
My kids were 12 and 15 when I divorced. It was especially difficult because my daughter came with me but my son stayed.
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That is way tough there, Jennifer. Bless you for getting through. In the end, everybody was better than before, I’d think (and hope). My daughter now is 25 and great, by the way.
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It was tough. But now, we are all the better for it, I truly believe that. Glad to hear your daughter is doing well! 🙂
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Isn’t nature wonderful!?
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Survival of the fittest!
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Another lovely post……..indeed
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Beautiful words and gorgeous photos. Nicely done.
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Thanks, George. 😊
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I have never heard of that tree Jennifer. I love how resilient it is. I love how gnarled it is. It’s a beautiful tree! ❤
Diana xo
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I agree, Diana. There is beauty in seeing something hell bent and determined to survive. ❤
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Wonderful post! I loved the poem. Ellie
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Thank you, Ellie. I appreciate you telling me. 🙂
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I’ve done that many a time–considered where I was yesterday to bring peace with where I am today. Knowing how hard I worked to get here–wherever that is with whatever that means–does bring a lot of peace.
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Absolutely! Now and then I flip through my old journals and visit the past and marvel at how I have arrived to where I am today (wherever that is, as you say, lol). There are distinct advantages that go along with age and experience. 😉
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Jennifer what a stunning poem and I feel like that tree some days when I deal with the comings and goings of Autism in our world.
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Oh Kath, thank you. I’m sure you do have your share of trying days. But like that tree you will persevere because I know your heart is full of love, and if anyone can come through all of this, you can. Hugs, my friend, to you and your precious family. ❤
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Wonderful postcards and reflections Jennifer! I hadn’t heard about tuck amore trees before. There are few trees that look like that in Scotland too 😉
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Thanks, Val. They are probably called a different name in Scotland. I’ve seen a number of spellings (such as tuckamoor), but they are simply spruce or fir trees that are scruffy like shrubs and look as though they are hanging on for dear life. 🙂
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Tucking into the moor makes sense Jennifer!
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Yes, you’re right!
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Lovely post, Jennifer. Sounds like those trees are a great metaphor for life, just as you’ve shown here with your beautiful words.
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Thank you, Carrie. ❤
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