Our friends in Colorado gushed over the fall color, the golden oneness of an Aspen grove when my husband and I rhapsodized about the fall color that we missed from our childhoods in the Midwest, during a visit with them last June. Later they showed the aspens in groves and groves near their home at my explicit request. A Midwestern family member did the same – sent the multi-color of Maples to me.
Gosh, how I love family and friends who love me and faithfully follow through.
Now it’s winter and the aspen groves have changed aspect. Here’s a creepy or not creepy – dependant on your point of view – glimpse of an aspen grove at eye level (wink-wink). Peering out into a wintering landscape. Solitary in its community of aspens, for all is one and one is all.
I abhor winter, though I like snow. I adore family and friends who follow through and stick tight with Larry and me. Like the Three Musketeers. Like aspen trees in a community –
These peeps keep their eye on me and he 😉
All for one and one for all. More than the Three Musketeers.
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That does look like an eye. The woods are watching…
it reminds me of an actual question on a test in graduate school: if a tree fell in the woods and no human was present, would there be a sound? Our prof was a conjectural nut – I think everyone got an A, just for giving the situation thought!
Winter brings back memories. When I was a child in Mexico, our school vacation let out during the winter. As soon as it started I would listen from my room for roller skates. The minute I heard the metal rollers on our blacktop street, I rushed to connect mine to my saddle shoes, tighten them with their little key, and roll out onto the street, where I was met with every other child on the block.
wow – that’s a distinctly different memory from mine in the snowy Midwest!