Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Trees

 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.
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4 comments:

  1. Susan Flett SwiderskiOctober 10, 2012 at 9:55 PM

    I adore trees, especially old gnarled sprawling ones. Whenever we return to Georgia from a trip to Baltimore, I'm enthralled all over again with all the trees and greenery in our neighborhood.

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  2. Annalisa CrawfordOctober 11, 2012 at 2:59 AM

    I love watching leaves falling from the trees, unfortunately the UK is wet, so it's not as colourful and crispy as usual - the wet sludgy leaves are quite pitiful.

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  3. Rosalind AdamOctober 11, 2012 at 5:29 AM

    I love trees. We have a couple of mature trees in our garden and I have been known to hug them... now I come to think about it, I've not done that for a while. Excuse me while I go for a hug. It's therapy!

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  4. Kate OMaraOctober 11, 2012 at 11:29 PM

    I love trees; picking up leaves, not so much. But the prep for winter is so important.

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