The significance of a tree. The big old pine has been with me my entire life. It sits vigilantly by the old road, at the lake. The pine is not ancient in the way of trees. It’s a tall pine that managed to avoid the clutches of the hurricane back in 1938 when so many of the big pines got blown down and, as a result, still sit…
This morning on my walk up to the pasture, I heard Spring. Birds… When I walked by the woods, I noticed the blue tubing was up — the sap lines were ready to receive and transport the sap run. In the air, a hint: The very faint smell of earth, gently nudged at my nose on its way by. It gave me an extra spring in my step…
It would keep us occupied for hours, walking that old split rail fence at my grandparents’ house. The fence was the boundary between their house and the park. It was also a balance beam for me and my cousin. It seemed so giant and high off the ground. Getting on, upright, and balanced was the most challenging part. How hard it usually is to begin. When navigating the…
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