I was so impressed by the old tree I talked about in my previous post that I couldn’t resist revisiting it.
In honor of National Poetry Month, a fragment of Wordsworth:
This solitary Tree! -a living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.
(From Yew-Trees by William Wordsworth)
Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree.
Hermann Hesse
Nice reference toHH
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Thanks, LMA
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Oh Sue…that was lovely
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Thanks, Jo…I SO love trees…:-)
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How lovely! I just love gnarly, old trees 😀
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🙂
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