Winter or summer, fall or spring, this Song Tree tells me what season is upon us. In winter it grows a long white beard, in summer’s shade it is home for all manner of life, in the fall the wind cleans debris from its branches and hollows. Today it seemed to lean farther back on its old dry trunk to sing to the avenue of the leaf green tips ready to burst all around.
“There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden,
but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.”
~ Minnie Aumônier, (1865 - 1952)
*artist, costume designer, poet and writer
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Lovely thoughts.
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