Today was a most generous day, steeped in copious blushes of saturation, the sun and shine light up my fading complexion. Life is good!
I'm really not sure what kind of tree this is but the almost fern-like leaves are green in the summer months and very soft looking to the eye. They don't feel soft, but, even in the autumn, they show off their unique character
I breathe deeply, inhaling the intensity of the feeling.
I walk through the morning dew, taking a lower angle to get a picture of my little Christmas tree in the yard. This tree is a few years old and I dug it up from my old summer house in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, close to the Canadian border. I spent countless summers up there, swimming and learning how to grow in abundance. My kids were babies and they ran free, without borders or many restraints. They were golden times.
Le sigh.
Eventually, the day came for another family to take our place, to make it their home and have their freedom. So when I was leaving, I dug up a couple of trees and some lilies by the pond. I recouped a lilac tree from my Great Grandmother that I had put up there from her house. Some people collect things. I collect memories. Still. I know that I have told you that before. Oh, yes! I am all about the memories and yet, I love to live in the moment.
These plants and trees are my memories, in part. Of good times and hard times, of laughter and tears. But always and forever, no matter what, it's a memory - and they are mine to keep.
If I get a little closer, you can see how pretty her little needles really are. Someday, she'll be old enough for me to dig up and use her for the annual Christmas Tree. I cannot help but think what a special blessing that will be for us. Paying homage to such a beautiful part of our life, then carefully placing her back in Mother Earth.
This post is dedicated to #WednesdayWalk by @Tattoodjay and #TreeTuesday by @Old-Guy-Photos. Pull on those shoes and get out for a walk - and hug a tree while you are there.
As we get to the front of the house, I can see the starburst of sun piercing through the red maple tree. It is a real show, the dazzling brilliance of the red, yellow, and orange leaves, not to mention the red berries that have come and mostly gone. And I have to wonder, wasn't it just yesterday that I was walking through the summer of life?
Stepping out into the neighborhood, which is alive with color, I walk towards the pond across the street. There are actually more green trees and I have to carefully select the ones in color, we have far to go before we are even close to peak. I am enjoying the displays around the area. We are indeed lucky to have such a beautiful Autumn. I enjoy watching the cycle of life represented here. The beauty, the vulnerable winter, revealing her true self, and the regeneration as it comes once again. It gives you so many reasons to be in awe of Mother Nature.
The pond has this big tree full of green and streaks of blue (yes! blue!) lichen on it. Lichen is actually part of the biological soil crust. I have always just thought of it as a parasite of sorts. But, that was until it started putting out the blue color. Now, I just think it is kind of cool.
Isn't nature amazing and beautiful, all in the same breath. Definitely. Yes.
This was a short jaunt today, I found all the trees and enough steps going down to the pond and back. The red maples sister tree at the front of the house. So, until next week or I find another tree to post, I want to thank both @old-guy-photos and @tattoodjay for hosting these challenges! You can find the latest #TreeTuesday post here.You can find the latest #WednesdayWalk post here.Thank you!!! ♥ ♥ ♥
Let the sun shine in on your life
So the joy may touch your soul
A flower. There must be.. Always and forever. This flower is dedicated to #WednesdayYellow#ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra, who colors my world every day.
I touch you lightly
With my thoughts
Your heart is next to mine
Caressed by hands of love
My love
Lips to lips, sweet, gentle kiss
Tracing the reality back to my heart
I roll over, and the moment takes its escape
Again
And just like that, this post is done. Thank you for coming along with me, perusing life. Have a wonderful day. And never forget. Kindness counts.
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.
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.
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
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