Discovering Beauty in Everyday Life

It’s a day to recover and rally the troops, To lie fallow and wait while our system regroups. It’s a Sunday, a day to recoup and rely on our inner resources to strengthen the eye To remain at our best we need plenty of rest, So no blog until Monday, but don’t skip away! We’ll be back on the road, in the fold so to say, All happy and zesty and questy and blessed.

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Londonplane, the oldest tree in the park, is slowly discarding it's summer leaves. North Bridle Path,, September

I echo the day that just passed this way, with a bounce and a sigh and a squeak. Thank goodness I say today wasted away, and we’re now at the end of the week. Be that as it may, it just doesn’t pay to be waiting around for a peek At the weekend to come when Friday’s not done, and the weather forecast is so bleak. This is not very deep but I must go to sleep; it’s time to roll up the day. I went here and there and every which where, and now I am hitting the hay!

This old tree looks very like Ironwood, an American  Hornbeam tree.  The leaves are alternately arranged, unlobed, toothed, and the sinewy bark looks strong and muscled.  What other tree would dare create an armchair limb at ground level?  Only a very strong tree would be brave enough for that. The best hint, though, is the demeanor. Ironwood appears to be looking soulfully around in a Chinese Shar Pei wrinkle-puppy way.  I thought the tree might be lonely for an arm-sitter until I understood; Ironwood is simply looking around for its new fall outfit. 

 This unwary individual is caught in a dreaded halloween web made from unknown forces, generated by scary beings.

Ivy and tree in league in Central Park South of Bethesda Fountain, October 2010