summer’s final breath
vanishes into fall as
weary trees exhale.
This haiku was written for the Write Tribe Contest 2.
talya
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
trees exhale
World’s Largest Spruce Tree
Near Lake Quinault on Washington’s Olympic Peninsula lives the world’s largest spruce tree. Estimated to be around 1,000 years old and with a 58+ foot circumference, he’s a beast.
Following one of the must-do rules of vacation (always stop when in close proximity to the largest anything), we paid him a visit during our drive along the Oregon Coast.
The pictures do not do him justice…
talya
Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind. Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days as it grows around the trunks. And their roots give names to all things. –― Vera Nazarian
a stunning walk!
An unseasonably cool breeze moved the Fayetteville trees. As we stopped to admire a stand of purple blazing star pushing through a crack in the sidewalk, a lady pulled to the curb, rolled down her window and gushed, “You’re that writer, aren’t you? I love your blog. You’re so funny.”
I was stunned.
Beyond stunned.
“And that’s Lucy and Annabelle.” She pointed and seemed excited to meet our Schnauzers too.
John and I chatted with her for a moment as though we were old friends.
I went straight home and kept writing.
talya
“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.”
― Aesop
