5.29.2013

trees

grew up in the woods. so i consider trees to be...oh, how do i say this without sounding weird? i just like trees. i feel like you can kind of tell the history of a place by the trees. for instance, the tree in today's post has seen all of us kids grow up, and has provided our house with shade from the hot summer sun.

i love the way the branches twist and turn like mazes, or arms outstretched. there's just something about a tree. it tells a story, or you could tell a story about it. and, when you read a book, i guess you could say that the tree is telling you a story. hmmm...thought for the day.