Wednesday, April 14, 2010


The wild Dogwood tree grows in the woods next to our house. Looking off the deck, the white blossoms caught my eye. I pondered about the small tree growing amid a topsy turvy tangle of other trees. A bird, maybe one of the bluebirds ate a dogwood seed. Then left the residue in the woods, years later the tree survives to provide food for another bluebird. The turquoise blue skies hold dream clouds. The clouds you imagine are unfolding faery creatures or faery tales. They seem to dance around the sky changing each time you look up.
The magic of the mountains...
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