“The trees are whispering to me, reminding me of my roots, and my reach... shhhhhh... can you hear them? Selflessly sharing their subtle song.”
~Jeb Dickerson
On our walk today, Olive and I stopped to admire one of the birch trees that stands near Walker Pond. Well, I stopped and because her leash attaches her to me, she stopped too.
I love stopping and touching birches. They have such a wonderful chalky texture. Olive probably thinks I’m a nut or some kind of tree hugger or something but now and then I just have to do it. I have to stop and closely contemplate a birch tree. I am not sure if there is a more beautiful natural thing on earth.
3 comments:
They are lovely . . . yesterday when I took Olive out, there was a piece of birch bark in the road, gently being moved around by the winter breeze. I thought it was something alive for a moment, its movements were so subtle.
Outstanding! Glad you stopped ... and glad you shared :)
the 2nd image looks like a portion of an old world map. Lovely!
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