“Come to me,” calls the tree!

It could be the beginning of a poem… or maybe it is just how involved I’ve become with looking at the markings of the branches against the sky.  As the late afternoon sun set behind this graceful old fellow, I thought he easily won “beauty of the day”.

(My daughter now looks for something as we walk out of the classes together, too.  She thought this was a good choice, and I think I should respect the wisdom of a 10 year-old!)