I forget how many trees surround my father's home. Living in Texas, my eye is always shocked when I go home - the world is enclosed in greenery, a bower of branches. Huge oaks soar The house is fifty-two years old. The trees are ancient Pennsylvania - hundreds of years
These trees have witnessed a lot of history.
Of all man's works of art, a cathedral is greatest. A vast and majestic tree is greater than that. Henry Ward Beecher
We rake and rake and sweep the front porch, but soon the leaves rain down again.
Joanne Faries, originally from the Philadelphia area, lives in Texas with her husband Ray. She considers herself fortunate to be able to pursue a writing career after eons in the business world. Joanne enjoys reading and movies, and is the film critic for the Little Paper of San Saba.