Tag: Tree

ON THE TREE OF LIFE – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Tree On the tree of life, I am but a twig. A twig with a powerful desire to go back to bed and stay there until I feel better. I'm beginning to wonder what feeling better feels like. Would I recognize it if I bumped into it? I am apparently becoming increasingly … Continue reading ON THE TREE OF LIFE – Marilyn Armstrong

COLORFUL WISHES ON THE TREE BY THE GATE: #WRITEPHOTO Marilyn Armstrong

Thursday photo prompt: Colorful Wishes #writephoto Charlene was delighted with her tree. Everywhere else, when someone had a statement to make, it was always stupid toilet paper. All over the tree and then it would drizzle or rain and for weeks, the tree looked like it had some kind of hideous fungus on it. She … Continue reading COLORFUL WISHES ON THE TREE BY THE GATE: #WRITEPHOTO Marilyn Armstrong

BLACK & WHITE SUNDAY: TEXTURE – AN ANCIENT IRONWOOD TREE

BLACK & WHITE SUNDAY: TEXTURE One really old ironwood tree in Phoenix. Being well cared for by its owner, it was the largest ironwood I've ever seen. For your information, ironwood is so heavy, it doesn't float.  Three pictures, one ancient ironwood tree. I think ironwood trees are nothing but texture.

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I’LL BE A TREE

This prompt was offered just this past September. This was my response. If I am reincarnated ... if I am to go around the wheel again ... I would like to be a tree. I would live a long time at the edge of the forest, with my roots comfortably near the water and my tallest … Continue reading I’LL BE A TREE

BRATZ ANGEL WITH BRIGHT TREE

Our Angel wore out. You wouldn't think they could wear out. After all, they don't do anything except sit there on top of the tree and look angelic, right? But after more than 20 years, our angel fell quietly to pieces. Peacefully, but nonetheless, a final peace in pieces. My granddaughter, clever angel that she … Continue reading BRATZ ANGEL WITH BRIGHT TREE

LAST TREE STANDING

I looked out my window. The bright yellow trees have turned bronze, the scarlet maples are bare. But there, in the middle of the brown of November is one, bright tree -- a Japanese Maple given to me years ago by my cousin. It has been lovingly nurtured for over a decade. Here is the … Continue reading LAST TREE STANDING

Bare Trees in November

And the leaves have slipped away. November has arrived, the gray month before the whiteness of winter.