Monday, August 12, 2019

THE BIG TREES AROUND ME BRING MEMORIES ...




AUGUST MEMORY...
"A favorite memory of summer from my childhood, I think, is one of climbing up into a spread-armed maple tree where none could see me hidden in the thickness of the leaves. And in that coolness, privacy and peace, I would open the book I had carried, and alone and quiet I would read.
An August never passes but what that memory revisits me. It did so this morning as I waited for the first rays of sun through the trees that surround me. The thing is, at my age now, I know I could not climb a tree if I tried"~~Rose Moore