Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

The grasses are still wet and green, but the trees are slimming down for the fall. The boughs are somehow see-through instead of lush, wet and wiping green. Remember summer with the dark green leaves heavy on the boughs? And early spring with the quiet, delirious points of green. Remember the tiny gingko leaves, perfectly formed, and the Oak leaves all spring green and barely born?

It was a quiet afternoon with nothing untoward going on, except for the foot. It was plainly visible near the stoop of a stately home. Not only was it clearly detached, but there was no trace of the rest of the anatomy, and it is a very Big Foot. This was no ordinary Law and Order foot. First of all, it’s close to 6 feet (well, six ordinary feet) long and just as high, and made of concrete! Was it born here in a stately sculpting orgy? Was it brought home from a disastrous nineteenth century trudge around the lesser known world? It is impossible to construe the purpose or meaning of such a discovery, and therefore it seems clear there is none, no matter how hard we stir. Sometimes a Big Foot is simply that.

It's time to go searching once again.  It is fall, and trees need careful observation, lest they pass to winter without proper appreciation.  The biggest tree in my park is an old London Plane. It’s twice the size it was when I first saw it years ago. Branches and roots that have even moved the path a few inches. Dappled! Arching! Sizzling with that clear energy light, magnificent. Your mission (no suprise) is to find a very wonderful tree, observe carefully, and send a shower of blessings over the branches. 

(stock photo?  Not my photo!) Fortunately, I am safe, because my trusted wood-watchhog marmochuck is keeping watch.

I look up and there are nothing but trees. I cant find the forest anywhere.   Help!!