Soon, the trees will dress themselves for the spring dance. Their bare arms will wave in the breeze and disappear; slowly escaping the light of winter.
 "It’s 3 a.m. and I’m looking over the pergola covered deck. My tulip tree is wrapped by a scarf of lights; red, blue, yellow and green; blazing against a background of pure white. Planted in summer to mark the corner of the lot, it guards the property from the north and the east. At its base, a collar of powder-dusted Pennsylvania blue-stone folds around the trunk holding back a small flower bed..."
A story born in winter; born of a request from a friend. |
Trees: The ultimate inspiration. A source of beauty, a source of strength; energy.
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