Picture it, I am strolling along the walking path taking it easy thinking of nothing in particular, only chatting away to Ben and my eyes fix on the little paper bark trees. They looked bright and fresh after a week's rain, maybe that was the difference.

I confess that I ignore the little trees thinking they do not have the age and beauty of the bigger trees. How silly was that? When I contemplate nature there has to be lots of little tress that are old quietly breathing in carbon dioxide and giving out oxygen. They are always on the job helping us and the environment out. Got to love them.

Trees are remarkable, big, small, old, young gnarly or smooth, all beautiful. The trees were no different today compared to all the other days, it was me that was different. I actually looked and took notice.

Cheers and Blessings