Today’s post features the trees in my yard. Sincerest thanks to the maples, oaks, dogwoods, and oak leaf hydrangeas who lent their time and talents!

You’ve noticed, I’m sure, that age is kind to some and cruel to others.

Mostly cruel.

You’ve heard the whispers –

He’s not doing well,

she’s losing it,

he’s hanging in there

(meaning: he’s about to give up),

she’s not giving up

(meaning: she doesn’t look good).

The thing I’ve also heard? Among the whispering leaves – 

I’ll catch you when

you fall

(I hope you know

how much I love

you)

 

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For last Sunday’s photo essay on “Things I Saw On The Way to the Mailbox,” click here.