If you zoom in on the scale of a fish, it has annuli dark rings of harsh cold waters, and the light rings of warm summers and abundant food. Each scale contains the story of their lives.
When I was a little girl we would turn off the main breaker (supposedly, in case lightening struck the house) and open all the windows during a thunderstorm, and just sit quietly, except to sometimes characterize the strikes and spares.
I lived in an oak grove for a time.
You may never love these things enough, but you can always try.
Your oak grove recollection reminded me of a tune named "The Ash Grove". It's one of my favorite old tunes because it's upbeat and the melody starts in the low voices.
There were no Loblollys lollygagging in my neck of the Appalachian woods. Only the lowly Jack Pine, with its turpentine smelling sap, would grow in the hardscrabble clay-shale soils.
It would be a wonder to see a Loblolly split asunder by a lightning strike. Something to enjoy from afar, no doubt.
Loblolly - what a name. I thought you made it up until I read the comments.
Dammit.......that's good........I could tell you that I loved it,but it wouldn't be enough....oh look out - there's that smart ass again!! Honestly,does anyone?
I needed to read this in this exact moment and I love you for writing it. Not enough, of course.
If you zoom in on the scale of a fish, it has annuli dark rings of harsh cold waters, and the light rings of warm summers and abundant food. Each scale contains the story of their lives.
Might this be one of the definitions of love? Zoom in on anybody or anything close enough, you just can’t help yourself falling in love with them.
When I was a little girl we would turn off the main breaker (supposedly, in case lightening struck the house) and open all the windows during a thunderstorm, and just sit quietly, except to sometimes characterize the strikes and spares.
I lived in an oak grove for a time.
You may never love these things enough, but you can always try.
Your oak grove recollection reminded me of a tune named "The Ash Grove". It's one of my favorite old tunes because it's upbeat and the melody starts in the low voices.
This is sublime - really! Now back to my pointless puzzle.
I enjoy how you always seem to write about life's messiness in a joyful way. I appreciate your offering.
There were no Loblollys lollygagging in my neck of the Appalachian woods. Only the lowly Jack Pine, with its turpentine smelling sap, would grow in the hardscrabble clay-shale soils.
It would be a wonder to see a Loblolly split asunder by a lightning strike. Something to enjoy from afar, no doubt.
Loblolly - what a name. I thought you made it up until I read the comments.
Holy mother of mayhem this is beautiful. Thank you.
Dammit.......that's good........I could tell you that I loved it,but it wouldn't be enough....oh look out - there's that smart ass again!! Honestly,does anyone?
Wow. Brilliant. And now I’ve learned about the loblolly and I will be lost in what a magicians dove thinks about.
Zauberhaft!
Magnificent
Oh my GOD. BRILLIANT
Killer intro!!! Therapeutic read
Breathtaking words and images. Thank you.
so beautiful. Thank you!
Thank you for this today.