I am always grateful to those 'yesterday' who have planted the beautiful old trees that I see and can walk amidst today.
Tall and majestic or smaller and full of beautiful, gnarled character, I adore trees so very much.
And, whether planted by human hands or sprung from the belly of Mother Nature herself, I feel most at home where I can be amongst them. I guess that's why I gravitate, and choose, to live in or near forests.
And my heart truly breaks when I see aged ones that are felled, regardless of the reason, "good or bad", I quietly mourn their loss.
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A wonderful metaphor indeed.
I am always grateful to those 'yesterday' who have planted the beautiful old trees that I see and can walk amidst today.
Tall and majestic or smaller and full of beautiful, gnarled character, I adore trees so very much.
And, whether planted by human hands or sprung from the belly of Mother Nature herself, I feel most at home where I can be amongst them.
I guess that's why I gravitate, and choose, to live in or near forests.
And my heart truly breaks when I see aged ones that are felled, regardless of the reason, "good or bad", I quietly mourn their loss.
Vicki....
The Greek Proverb is wonderful.
I have the perfect blend of open land surrounded by woods. Soon I'll be raking the leaves.
Enjoy your weekend.
xo, Rosemary
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