Sunday Trees

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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

Travel… missing it!

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Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime. ~Mark Twain (The Innocents Abroad / Roughing It)

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Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us, or we find it not.~Ralph Waldo Emerson, (Emerson’s Essays)

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For Tuesday Photo Challenge

Weekend 88 : Distance

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For Becca’s Sunday Trees

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There is a silent deference for one another, a distance that is kept, and lines that aren’t crossed, but in their sharing, they each try to pay tribute to the bond in their own way. As often as possible, they open up a little and give what they can.          Dan Groat

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Friendships – and indeed most relationships – are measured in the closeness of hearts, minds and soul ties… not in the distance of physical miles or even the passing of time. ~ Rasheed Ogunlaru

Jo’s Monday Walk

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Friday Fun – New normality

 

 

A view from the top…

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5th of March was our annual tour/ski day in office. The possibilities were to join downhill or cross country ski or a hiking tour. I chose the third option. I will write and share my experience in another post. For now it’s the tree on the top.

A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Becca’s Sunday Trees