I love trees!
I also love sunrises, coffee, and brisket.
But I love trees!
Don’t confuse this sentiment with a “tree hugger.” Sometimes I still forget to sort my disposable styrofoam from recyclable plastic…
Back to trees. What’s not to love? Google “environmental benefit of trees.” They clean air. They produce oxygen. They are subject of literary reference. They are friends. Providers. Storytellers.
Texas trees are fascinating. They bare form–whimsical yet statuesque. They generate perfect composition. A friend likened them to La Dance by Henri Matisse.
La Danse, by Henri Matisse
I’m waiting for the sky to explode.
Apparently, I’m not the only one.
It seems as if the general public is a bit morbid regarding the fate of humanity. But this is not what I’m referring to at all. I’m referring to the rain. It could rain at any moment. And when it does, it will downpour. My river guide on Sunday told me New Braunfels was in the the midst of a drought. Business is bad on the river, he said. That’s the inevitable byproduct when there is no water.
The bluebonnets are also late in blooming due to the drought. Dana and I drove miles on a bluebonnet search, only to end up at a dejected little patch surrounding a mailbox.
. Because the view out my back window is so deliciously mossy. And to celebrate the color green.
Let it rain.