You no longer tell time by new rings.
Now as a beam, you measure time
by the nights and days of shelter you provide,
absorbing laughter and tears into your fibers and history.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
You no longer tell time by new rings.
Now as a beam, you measure time
by the nights and days of shelter you provide,
absorbing laughter and tears into your fibers and history.
very nice
Nice !
Though not allowed anymore… a gal brought to the Ephrata fair a tree home made from a carved out giant redwood. She said her father lived in it for seven years! When she takes her 1,900 year old home on the road she only gets about 4 miles to the gallon of gas. 1,900 rings – just imagine…
Amazing. Wish I could see that!
The photo was in the Lancaster Intelligencer Journal (Lancaster – the city in south eastern, PA, USA – there is only one newspaper here now) last week sometime. The ‘log home’ was at the Ephrata Fair. Maybe if you Googled Redwood traveling tree home? I didn’t think to clip the photo, and have since gotten rid of the paper.