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Winter walk with a little spring

If you haven’t noticed before, I like trees. A lot. I take pictures of trees more than I care to admit.

The tree with the knotted bottom was just so incredibly beautiful to me.

Trees struggle and grow.  When it starts to be warm trees bloom in a fit of new life.  They are bare and silent in colder months. Through all the changes in the seasons, trees grow. They adapt. Trees are strong.  They inspire me.  They give me strength when I lean against them or when I see them all straight or twisted.  All trees have a story if we stop long enough to discover what they have to tell.

“I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree,
or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines.”
Henry David Thoreau, 1817 – 1862

If you click on the image above you will see a glimpse of our red train (near the middle) as it started into the forest.

The clouds are incredible here. We are rarely without a blue sky and huge marshmallow clouds floating around in it.

Our little red train passed us for the fourth time. :)

Winter sky.

Tree buds are a sure sign of spring.

Another tree bud. I knew that I smelled spring in the air yesterday. See? It wasn’t just wishful thinking. Spring is coming.

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