Today is #TreeTuesday initiated by @Old-Guy-Photos. Let's put up some trees today! If you haven't guessed it by now, this tree is one of my favorites. I walk right by him whenever I go out for a run or walk. No matter which way I go, it always comes back to him.
I probably have a least a hundred pictures of this tree, in various states of dress and well, undress. He was nekkid, just barely a month ago. Times flies. Catch it if you can.
The dance of the Magnolias...Soon, just a figment of my imagination, mine to keep safe. That is what happens when you only get small snippets of beauty. You must file them to memory.
Once upon a time, this figurehead would have been carved out of wood rather than sculpted. They were generally a decoration on the bow of the ships. It usually had something to do with the name of the ship, or what it was named for. She is perched on wood, once a tree. Can anyone guess what kind of wood this would be? Or what kind of tree? Kind of the same thing, no? These beautiful pieces were popular in the 16th through 20th centuries. Ah, the days of 'yore.
My rescue tree, of sorts. I had a summer home in Michigan, close to the Canadian border. When I sold it a little over a year ago, I took a few trees and bulbs from the property, even saving a lilac bush that I pulled from my grandmothers' yard after she passed away. I gathered them all, each little memory and brought them home with me and planted them in my yard. Every one of them survived to go on and create more memories. It was November, so I was sincerely surprised and delighted, all in the same breath. He is looking Marvelous, darling!
does it best. Go and see him if you want to really hear how it's done. I have a lot to learn from him.Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire