. Tonight, roughly a fifth of the population of Québec, and half of Montréal’s is deprived of electricity. Although Spring has officially started, we all know that it’s no guarantee that Mother Nature will behave. And today, she’s been a very very naughty girl. We had been warned. Icy rain, for most of the day.…… Continue reading So much for Spring!
. “Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.” – Kahlil Gibran . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; View of an old tree, from the bottom looking up to the bluest sky.
. Flamboyant autumn, Your colors make me forget Summer’s recent death… . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; A great maple tree flaunting its majestic fall colors, in the backyard of one of my neighbours.
. If you can’tBe in awe ofMother Nature,There’s somethingWrong with you. Alex Trebek . . . If you want to know what After Eight Moments are about, click here. Description for the visually impaired; Close up on a bright green sprout growing on a seemingly dead tree stump.
This morning, Chéri was scrolling through his Twitter news, when he handed me his tablet. The picture showing was just absurd, as was its title (something like ”Paris reveals its artistic Christmas tree”) – No way! This clearly was photoshopped! I had to investigate the weird sex toy tree… And to my absolute surprise, the…… Continue reading Oh no, they didn’t!
Strong, tall Straight as an arrow, The higher you get The more my love grows Silent, so petite… I revel when I hide In your shadow, At your feet… My soft hearted El Capitan, Giant silhouette In the dying sunset… Let me run My singing fingers Along your ageless Trunk, Dear General Sherman.
I cherish every scar You left On my skin. They are the only Reminder Of our uncanny Love… Via Becca’s Sunday Trees Challenge – Bark and Stump
Just a few chips, Fallen Brief mid-spring snow… Cruel surprise, May sorrow For an old friend’s Final fall, Missing autumn’s Colorful festival by Just a few moons… And only leaving As a silent goodbye A trail of tree blood By the roadside…. If you want to know what After Eight Moments are…… Continue reading After Eight Moments…
Two hours ago… Two minutes ago… I don’t even feel like writing about it. *sigh*
Difficult to believe, You were once just a seed. And I can hardly Guess all the years needed… Such majesty, Such strength Sitting at your feet Trying to fathom the length Of your branches And your roots. Your trunk so rough With leaves so smooth! Wise friend, silent confident I do wish so… Keep…… Continue reading Grow…
Cyranny's Cove 