As I age in the world it will rise and spread, and be for this place horizon and orison, the voice of its winds.
I have made myself a dream to dream of its rising, that has gentled my nights.
Let me desire and wish well the life these trees may live when I no longer rise in the mornings to be pleased with the green of them shining, and their shadows on the ground, and the sound of the wind in them. ~Wendell Berry, Planting Trees~
I have written many articles about our community arboretum, a tree garden that is a place of tranquility where one can walk and lose themselves in the natural beauty.
It changes with the seasons and in autumn takes on a soft glow from sunbeams on faded leaves and lasting remnants of summer.
The ornamental grass garden with parchment coloured seed heads that will feed some of the wildlife over winter.
Two pine cones lingering on a forlorn pine; some of the trees are short-lived.
An unusual phenomenon this year, a large fairy ring around the dripline of a red oak. Fairy rings are actually a ring of dark green grass caused by fungi, believed to have been made by the fairies dancing.
So although this is not a true fairy ring, it is a circle of large fungi around the tree. (and fairies are dancing) The trees can be sponsored as a memoriam to a loved one and a plaque is placed at the base of the tree.
Metasequoia glyptostroboides - dawn redwood. The green needles turn this rich bronze colour in fall and were illuminated by the sun when I took this photo.
A foxhole, purple martin house, arbour off in the distance and wooden pickets that were a fund raising project with youth long ago.
I'm linking with:
Tootsie Time for Fertilizer Friday
Little Red House for Mosaic Monday