I found a new spot to dream away the warm spring days.
A shady place to put down a blanket and watch the heavy bumblebees flop from flower to flower. A place to feel the soft breeze pass through the tall grasses making them shimmer a soft hue, whispering secrets to my soul.
What a lovely place for a tree to thrive. She has space to stretch her arms and rustle her leaves. She can peek at the sea from where she stands. She can feel the sun warm the deep crevasses of her bark, and she can feel the rain drops fall from leaf to leaf, to ground to root as it satisfies her thirst. She can quietly eavesdrop on the ramblings of all who take shade under her.
A dreaming tree, she is.
what a heavenly place!
ReplyDeleteWOW! What beautiful color...and such a lovely tree.
ReplyDeletethe photo is gorgeous as always, but it is the writing that i am entranced by. it's so good. i would like to be as that tree.
ReplyDeleteI want to be under that tree. Beautiful
ReplyDeletewhat a wonderful spot to have found.
ReplyDelete*swoon ... what a beautiful spot to lay your head :-)
ReplyDeleteI'd want to dream under that tree, too !
ReplyDeleteand then write it all out in my journal !!
happy happy weekend to you dreamer friend !!
That is a great tree, you have great tree taste! But I think it looks more like a tree that is a he, rather than a tree that is a she...
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful!
ReplyDeleteShall I meet you there with a blanket and some wonderful books and some peach iced tea?
ReplyDeletesigh!
Poetry, always poetry. The next time you dream under her, I hope you'll share them with us. You have the loveliest of dreams.
ReplyDeleteOnly thing missing is a hammock...mmmmm....xx
ReplyDeleteAhh... indeed, indeed. Such beauty. : )
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I want a blanket, a hamper, and a day to spare under that tree.
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I thought i commented on this when I first saw it - must've been dreaming. :) Actually, computer problems shut me down, and I'm glad because I didn't even see the flowers on my home monitor - it looked like water. Which was fine, but still, the truth is always better. Well, usually! But I ramble. . . . This is such a wonderful place, a wonderful tree. And yes, I know it is a she for some reason. I, too, want to be her, to stand in both the sun & rain. Can you imagine the stories she can tell?
ReplyDelete:) Debi
Oh everyone needs a tree like this, a place where we can lose ourselves in blissful dreams. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteJ, this is beautiful. Wishing you many happy dreams.
ReplyDeleteThe Poppy are gorgeous....
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and this is kellen sticking his tongue out for you..teehee.....
once drove past a field of red and white poppies!!! Absolutely fabulous!!!
Miss you xx
your anthropomorphic writings are so delightful and i relate to every single one of your little story-like posts. i am so glad i stopped by to see you today to catch up on your blogging life.
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