Not much has been happening in our lives of late and I suppose that is a good thing! We are about our daily duties these last few days and the Lord has been good, as always.
Right now I am looking across the street at my neighbor’s yard where “tree murderers” (as I call them) are taking down three very large and old trees. I can hardly bear to watch it. I love trees and unless there’s a legimate reason to take them down, I say keep them! So, I am sad. I’m not a tree hugger or anything but I just hate to see them cut down. Trees are so beautiful!!
(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden)
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
– Joyce Kilmer