Friday, April 29, 2011

A Walk in the Park

Don't you think this tree has a story? I'm sure it must, right? There it sits, all by its lonesome, while all the other trees are surrounded by nice friends to keep them company. And this tree, what does it do? It sits on the other side of the trail. And it even leans away from the other trees. I wonder if it got teased as a little sapling and decided enough was enough. At least that is how I imagine things going down. It just up and moved away.

The other day I was out for a little jaunt to the park. It was a lovely day. Spring in Texas sure can be nice. When the storms aren't raging. Which they have been wont to do these past few weeks. Broken windows in cars and houses, roofs needing reshingled, cars all dented and dinged. Hail the size of golf-balls. And boy-howdy was there some thunder and lightening and wind and rain. I love a good storm. But I also love a day like this. Seventy-eight degrees out. Sunny. Slight breeze. DEEEEEElish!



Now this tree here has a very different story. It is surrounded. By smaller trees, trees that worship the ground it roots in. It's this huge tree whose limbs spread out akimbo, this way and that. And then these smaller trees, well they are aaaaaaall around it, in one great circle, looking up and admiring that pretty tree with all it's limbs and leaves and whatnot.


And aren't these little flowers just pretty. Simple. Perfect. I think so. Aaahhhh spring! You sure know what's what when it comes to decorating.

And now for something super cheesy, and I'm going to sound like I'm 80 while saying it. Don't we live in a grand old age? I mean really. The iphone has revolutionized my life. One little device that I can hold in my hand. It's a phone. It's capable of accessing and browsing the Internet. It's a book. It's an mp3 player. It can keep a calendar for me. It is an alarm, a timer, a calculator. It's a camera! So I can go for a walk, listen to music, make phone calls, text, send an email...and take a few pictures along the way.

No comments:

Post a Comment