Yesterday, I was driving all over creation with innumerable errands to run, and I didn't mind doing them one bit. It was a gorgeous morning. The rain had moved on to another thirsty place, leaving only a few white, fluffy clouds and a clear horizon. The sky was blue as my grandchildren's eyes, the air apple crisp, and the trees a hundred shades of green. Over and over, I was struck by the incredible beauty that surrounds me, and I felt blessed and grateful to live in a place so beautiful that I sometimes catch my breath just going to the post office. And again on the way to the cleaners. To say nothing of the library, where our heritage orchard is located.
Nothing lifts my spirits more than looking at a tree and following its branches upward. My eyes always take my heart with them. Care to join me?
heritage orchard with mustard beginning to bloom
Douglas fir and the other piney wonders below...
photo by jurvetson
(Don't you love this mossy tree in the park a few miles from my home?)
I ♥ trees.