Light and water, exchanging pleasantries before the appearance of daybreak. It began as rainy. a slightly foggy day, but turned it around to a better picture.
Life is like a changing tree, with brilliant colored leaves
Beauty in each season with peaks of intense shows
Life is meant for living and delighting in each new day
Even as I watch the change
Before my very eyes
One by one I see them go
Until the branches release them all.
The rich hues of the season show off her beauty before they go to sleep, sleep, sleep. Winter is late this year, but, I feel it coming anytime soon. Still and all, there is #alwaysaflower from me to you, to color your world. And just like that, this post is over, come back tomorrow and we will do it again.
Because it's Tuesday, let's throw up a tree! #TreeTuesday with 
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.
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
