I am not a tall or big tree, but I am strong. I have been around for a while and have weathered a few storms. Some of those storms have caused some damage, and there are scars. My roots are deep, my branches are still strong, and my leaves are abundant. I am still standing and enjoying the seasons of life.
I live in an old neighborhood
just minutes from the city center.
It is really quite charming with several
different styles of homes
from big houses
to small craftsman cottages.
It is a great neighborhood to walk in.
It’s safe and the people are friendly.
There are retired folks, young families,
college students, well-to-do folks
and those just getting by.
One of the nicest things about the neighborhood
is all the old trees that line the streets.
They are beautiful to see and
it’s wonderful to have the shade trees
blocking some of the sun.
Sadly, many of them are being lost to disease and insect infestation and in some cases because
people don’t want to rake leaves and pine straw.
A few days ago while walking I passed
a churchyard and saw this old tree had been cut down.
Obviously there was some rot at its core.
Whether insects, disease or just old age decay caused it
doesn’t matter…it’s gone now.
Makes me sad.
I am linking to:
Lost in Translation’s Thursday Special Wit and Wisdom
The prompt is DECAY Wednesday
Hi, my Peoples.
Mama is taking part in the A to Z Challenge
and she said I could tell you about today’s letter.
Mama went for a walk and took a picture of what she saw. The streets are lined with Dogwood trees showing off.
They have pretty delicate white flowers
Sometimes they are pink but most of the ones she saw today were white. Mama says Dogwoods are a sure sign winter is gone and spring is here.
See you in a couple of weeks it’s Jacks turn to write next week.