I took this photo at Bell Springs (the family home) some years ago. The image makes my mind stop and my eyes water. It speaks to so many things: innocence, serenity, balance, simplicity, passage of time, pieces of life that are beyond my grasp. I remember a time when the kids played out there and the adults sat on the deck and marveled at the views. Now those kids go off to work and have their own children and I am the one who has the time to wonder about the meaning of it all.
Great narrative JT! Thanks for the lovely picture and the many images that you describe. And, I agree with your analysis whole heartedly! For me, the anchor is the BSR Apple Tree. I get to follow the tree through all the seasons. First. the pruning, as I am doing now. Then the slash fire to burn the branches and then the composting, usually at the same time. Then the weed whacking and setting up the drip systems. During the early summer, just watching them grow, checking for water leaks, and maybe shoring up the fence to keep the predators out. Then the picking and distributing of the fruit. And of course the apple pies!
This brings back to me, too, memories of different times, and pastimes. We were fortunate in our childhoods. Thanks for remembering them to us all. And get thee to Bell Springs!
I already am in awe of your many talents. But today I am blown away by the wind going through the Oak tree and passing me as I teeter-totter. What a visual and mental gift. Takes me right there and I’m not leaving!🤗🥰👏🏻
Great narrative JT! Thanks for the lovely picture and the many images that you describe. And, I agree with your analysis whole heartedly! For me, the anchor is the BSR Apple Tree. I get to follow the tree through all the seasons. First. the pruning, as I am doing now. Then the slash fire to burn the branches and then the composting, usually at the same time. Then the weed whacking and setting up the drip systems. During the early summer, just watching them grow, checking for water leaks, and maybe shoring up the fence to keep the predators out. Then the picking and distributing of the fruit. And of course the apple pies!
This brings back to me, too, memories of different times, and pastimes. We were fortunate in our childhoods. Thanks for remembering them to us all. And get thee to Bell Springs!
I already am in awe of your many talents. But today I am blown away by the wind going through the Oak tree and passing me as I teeter-totter. What a visual and mental gift. Takes me right there and I’m not leaving!🤗🥰👏🏻
And I’m sure everyone there looks forward to and appreciates your presence.