This afternoon I went to the prison's recreation yard to check on my tree friends...
It’s been a while since I wrote about them. To my amazement, they're developing quite a following. Even a pastor friend from a town in Montana actually read one of my journal entries about Miss Goldie and Mister Orange to his congregation as a part of his sermon. I'm amazed.
To my surprise, my tree friends are becoming popular. They're slowly being transformed into celebrities. No longer just two trees in a forest of thousands, the world is discovering them. I'm happy for them.
But on a sad note, Miss Goldie is fast losing her golden yellow beauty, and Mister Orange his fiery sheen. It's inevitable. As summer turns to autumn their once colorful leaves begin to degrade into a lackluster crusty brown. It's part of their life's cycle. A march of the seasons which goes on year after endless year, and throughout the centuries of time.
This is all I wish to share today. God willing, I hope to write more about Miss Goldie and Mister Orange in at least one, two or three more journal entries when winter's solstice sends them into a season of deep sleep until spring.
D. B.
To my surprise, my tree friends are becoming popular. They're slowly being transformed into celebrities. No longer just two trees in a forest of thousands, the world is discovering them. I'm happy for them.
But on a sad note, Miss Goldie is fast losing her golden yellow beauty, and Mister Orange his fiery sheen. It's inevitable. As summer turns to autumn their once colorful leaves begin to degrade into a lackluster crusty brown. It's part of their life's cycle. A march of the seasons which goes on year after endless year, and throughout the centuries of time.
This is all I wish to share today. God willing, I hope to write more about Miss Goldie and Mister Orange in at least one, two or three more journal entries when winter's solstice sends them into a season of deep sleep until spring.
D. B.
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