This was taken during the winter of 2011 in Forest Park. The trees leaves are gone and the birds have long since flown from the nest. But often they or another will come back the following spring and reinvigorate the nest with life anew just as the tree produces new life as the branches leaf out.
Produced in concert with Becca
warm mossy ground covering
tickling my toes
In concert with Becca
Just the idea today of Sunday Trees begun by Isabel, carried on at times by myself and carried on faithfully by Becca, makes me feel good ,,, a part of the world and those who care about it. This is not the first Bald Cypress from Forest Park that I have used as a Sunday Tree and it won’t be the last.
Trees are so important to our lives for so very many reasons. Not the least of which is they show us the beauty that can be found in God’s Glory. Below is a Black Crowned Night Heron sitting one summer not long ago in a Bald Cypress in Forest Park. Trees have always made me so very happy … my entire life.
I listened to a person hammering this morning. The hammering was outdoors, I indoors. I have written this many times … many. Rewriting for me is in part … elimination of unnecessary words.
calm morning trees neighbor hammering – old wood