Something I Built

3/12/2014

"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.

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Trees: The ultimate inspiration. A source of beauty, a source of strength; energy.
The paradox: A man with a wood stove...

I've never seen a tree that I didn't like. They have their strengths and weaknesses just like men. Some stand tall and some weather the storm better than others. They come in all shapes and sizes. Some show their leaves sooner; some later. Some sing the blues and some rock.
They all have a tale to tell.