Linda, I suppose we each have "our" tree - the one to whom we speak each day, who tolerates our grumbling as we shelter from a shower. And choruses with glee on on so many others.
The only solace I have in the gone trees - is the compost piles I've happened on furthering North in the park. Percolating away with life and mystery. I've posted some on my blog.
Linda,
ReplyDeleteI suppose we each have "our" tree - the one to whom we speak each day, who tolerates our grumbling as we shelter from a shower. And choruses with glee on on so many others.
The only solace I have in the gone trees - is the compost piles I've happened on furthering North in the park. Percolating away with life and mystery. I've posted some on my blog.
We should have tree fan clubs!!!
ReplyDeleteYes, and I will be member. These photographs, so much beauty and melancholia, I like them very much, and your feet...
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