Sunday Trees – untold stories

Alone,

with many marks,

she is silent, the pain is not,

just untold

Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees

Old & New

The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.                                       ~ Wendell Berry (The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture)

Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of your life! ~Unknown

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer ~F. Scott Fitzgerald 

Lens artists photo challenge

Sunday trees

 

Good old days – 6

 

May your dreams be larger than mountains and may you have the courage to scale their summits.~Harley King

Tuesday Photo Challenge – Return

Hope

Hope is sweet.
Hope is illumining.
Hope is fulfilling.
Hope can be everlasting.
Therefore, do not give up hope,
Even in the sunset of your life.
~ Sri Chinmoy (My Life’s Soul-Journey: Daily Meditations for Ever-Increasing Spiritual Fulfillment)

Wordless Wednesday

Weekend Walk 93

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy. Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)

“…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”~ Vincent Willem van Gogh

Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.~ Henry David Thoreau

Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees & Jo’s Monday Walk

Nurturing Thursday: Change

A friend of mine sent this to me which I found relevant for current situation around the world.

For Becca’s Nurturing Thursday

 

Sunday Trees

Time is different for a tree than for a man. Sun and soil and water, these are the things a weirwood understands, not days and years and centuries. For men, time is a river. We are trapped in its flow, hurtling from past to present, always in the same direction. The lives of trees are different. They root and grow and die in one place, and that river does not move them. The oak is the acorn, the acorn is the oak.~ George R.R. Martin (A Dance with Dragons)

For Becca’s Sunday Trees

Today: No words needed!

 

Parents please note!

I found this chocolate milk trash carton in waterlily pond in museum garden.

For Tuesday Photo Challenge

To be in your children’s memories tomorrow, you have to make time to be in their lives today.  Every day of our lives we make deposits in the memory banks of our children.  The more present we are, the more deposits we get to make ~Unknown