I like this, it reminds of North Yorkshire near Hardwood not far from where I live. I was there this morning and the trees are in the same state of undress and the sky and clouds were the same. Nice one.
This brings back wonderful memories of my homeland. In my youth I used to marvel at the corn as it would rise from the clay soil and grow taller than I. It sounds simple but to a young boy experiencing life amidst surrounding farmlands it became much more than idle curiosity. I would walk between the rows, somehow comforted in its hiding…my mother had fits unable to see me on occasion…the adventure became well worth the periodic scolding afterward!
Your words always match the subject! You truly have a gift! Thank you for sharing.
Lovely, the trees look ponderous and the words express it beautifully.
Never fear, trees! Corn is coming!
nice
I like this, it reminds of North Yorkshire near Hardwood not far from where I live. I was there this morning and the trees are in the same state of undress and the sky and clouds were the same. Nice one.
great photo, interesting words
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I say .. you must live nearby me Leaf and twig 😉
Lovely .
Dreams are so important – even for the trees! 😉
Love your free-spirited mix of photos and words.
Beautiful those blue skies are amazing
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Again, you have made me homesick for New England. This is the landscape in which I matured.
They do? I wonder what my old growth redwood stumps are saying. 😀
Just Beautiful words!!!
That sky is An Amazing Blue!!
It looks very pleasant.
Compassionate response to space.
What a beautiful thought. Do trees dream? I’m sure they do.
Such a happy thought. I really like this.
This brings back wonderful memories of my homeland. In my youth I used to marvel at the corn as it would rise from the clay soil and grow taller than I. It sounds simple but to a young boy experiencing life amidst surrounding farmlands it became much more than idle curiosity. I would walk between the rows, somehow comforted in its hiding…my mother had fits unable to see me on occasion…the adventure became well worth the periodic scolding afterward!
What a beautiful vision they would have soon.
Beautiful!