This tree is right outside the main door to my office building. The light yesterday morning was perfect, so clear. I’d like to have a grove of these trees in my yard (near my yard, accessible from my yard – with a clearing. And a brook!) someday. My yard that’s out in the country somewhere. I just haven’t found it yet. It would help if I started looking. That’s true of a lot of things.
I’m in a rambling mood without much to ramble about, so before I bore everyone to tears (Too late, you say? I’ll send you some kleenex.), I’m going to stop. Here. No, here. Right now.
momma betty
apropos of nothing at all: you have to read Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand. You, too, Jess. I know it sounds strange but you’ll like it.