Some days, the light shines down just right, enough for me to momentarily catch my breath and be glad for the moment that was shared with me. Some days my walk will take me through the different memorials, and sometimes I take a shot of several together if the moment is right.
The barren trees shiver, the winter chill crept in, refusing to leave until one day, it does on a whim.
Perhaps you cannot see them, but, around the base of the Washington Monument are fifty flags. Perhaps because of when I was born, or where I was born, our flag was considered a symbol, a way to show the world what we stand for. It shows that we are connected to one another and that, yes, we are, indeed, on the same team. And because of all this, the flag is special, and it means so very much – and we should treat it with respect.
I never used to plant pine trees in my yard or on my property. For years, I always made sure I planted a peach tree another nonconiferous tree, so that I could enjoy its leafy beauty in the spring, the shade of it in the summer, then autumn would put the end of season show on for me.
I never really appreciated the beauty of the pines. They give and give, all year round. When the landscape is barren, it is the pine tree that is still coloring my world. From a gardener's point of view, it is abundantly beautiful. I have finally begun to use them in my landscaping, layer them, insert them in between trees, bridging the gap of nothingness in those times of slumber, where the trees take leave of their senses.
The green of the pine, called evergreen because they are green forever. Makes sense, yes? Such an approachable tree.
Is there something that you didn't always have the proper appreciation for? I can honestly say I will never forsake the pine again, to be sure.
Lest you think I don't pay homage to my trees, I bow down to them, every Tuesday. Today is #TreeTuesday! Have you hugged a tree today?
Show me your tree, plant one here. I must say, I double dare!
There is no end to my love of trees. They give us so much and we take from them without even a blink.
As always, I give you a flower to color your world. #alwaysaflower And just like that, this post is over. Come back tomorrow and we will do it again. Always say the nicest thing you can, don't forget that kindness counts, wherever you go, whatever you do.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
Standing tall at the Washington Monument, Washington, DC
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
