"Let the fields and their crops burst out with joy!
Let the trees of the forest sing for joy!"
Psalm 96:12 NLT
My tree friends have it made...
Let the trees of the forest sing for joy!"
Psalm 96:12 NLT
My tree friends have it made...
I'd consider myself fortunate if I got four hours of sleep per night, living in a building with noisy neighbors. While Miss Goldie and Mister Orange manage to sleep soundly, and for several months at a time, at that.
Then again, they have to stand outside in all kinds of weather, from drenching rains to snowstorms, and from baking heat to branches covered with crawling insects. So on second thought, it's not easy being a tree in the woods.
Nevertheless, I finally managed to go outdoors after a long stay inside due to my being hospitalized with a bad infection. It had taken me weeks to fully recover, as would be expected. But once I was able to go outdoors again, off I ran to visit with Miss Goldie and Mister Orange.
Sadly, however, I found them leafless and barren. They looked like skeletons since losing their lush green leaves of summer. I was disappointed, of course. But there was no going back in time for them to accommodate my wish to see them in their autumn brightness. The season had passed.
For me, there would be no displays of Miss Goldie's autumn beauty. Her glittering leaves of gold, complemented by Mister Oranges' array of brilliant blends of differing oranges, would always bring me to my knees.
"But they're only trees," my human friends would say. "Not so!" I would insist. "They're my friends, and that settles it!" There's no rule that prohibits me from befriending trees, and vice versa.
Unfortunately, I missed the changing of the seasons when Miss Goldie and Mister Orange would switch from their summer outfits and into their fall ones. For me, to see this again, I'll just have to wait til next year. But until then, I want to say, "Rest well, my friends."
D.B.
Then again, they have to stand outside in all kinds of weather, from drenching rains to snowstorms, and from baking heat to branches covered with crawling insects. So on second thought, it's not easy being a tree in the woods.
Nevertheless, I finally managed to go outdoors after a long stay inside due to my being hospitalized with a bad infection. It had taken me weeks to fully recover, as would be expected. But once I was able to go outdoors again, off I ran to visit with Miss Goldie and Mister Orange.
Sadly, however, I found them leafless and barren. They looked like skeletons since losing their lush green leaves of summer. I was disappointed, of course. But there was no going back in time for them to accommodate my wish to see them in their autumn brightness. The season had passed.
For me, there would be no displays of Miss Goldie's autumn beauty. Her glittering leaves of gold, complemented by Mister Oranges' array of brilliant blends of differing oranges, would always bring me to my knees.
"But they're only trees," my human friends would say. "Not so!" I would insist. "They're my friends, and that settles it!" There's no rule that prohibits me from befriending trees, and vice versa.
Unfortunately, I missed the changing of the seasons when Miss Goldie and Mister Orange would switch from their summer outfits and into their fall ones. For me, to see this again, I'll just have to wait til next year. But until then, I want to say, "Rest well, my friends."
D.B.
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