And, so it comes

snowing


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You work hard? Sorry. Not close to these work horses.

Trees by Lichtyears.wordpress.com

“Every year a given tree creates absolutely from scratch ninety-nine percent of its living parts. Water lifting up tree trunks can climb one hundred and fifty feet an hour; in full summer a tree can, and does, heave a ton of water every day. A big elm in a single season might make as many as six million leaves, wholly intricate, without budging an inch; I couldn’t make one. A tree stands there, accumulating deadwood, mute and rigid as an obelisk, but secretly it seethes, it splits, sucks and stretches; it heaves up tons and hurls them out in a green, fringed fling. No person taps this free power; the dynamo in the tulip tree pumps out even more tulip tree, and it runs on rain and air.”

Annie Dillard


Credits: Thank you Susan @ Licht Years for another wonderful photograph.  Quote Source: Thank you (yet again) WhiskeyRiver.

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Sunday Morning: Remember to Breathe

Shot in Alberta.  Paired with the song “Roam” which is performed by Wil Mimnaugh.  Here’s more of Canada’s breathtaking beauty and its people.

O Canada.

My heart swells watching this…

Good Sunday morning.



So…
Close your eyes and see
Gold…
Fields that chase the breeze
Hold…
Your eyes up to the trees
Have your ever seen
The sun jumping into a stream
It’s really something to see

Roam
Up into the peaks … of snow
The sky that you can reach
Float
Clouds that look to breathe
Rolling along with the creek
It’s really something to see
She’s really something to me

Roam !!!
Open up your eyes
Know!!!
Know that we can fly
Float!!!
Float into the sky
Along the tops of the trees
Our shadows dance on the seas
Remember to breathe
She’s really something to me


Thank you Lorne for sharing.

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Sunday Morning: Growing is forever, they whispered…

“A very long time ago, there were no groves because everywhere was a grove with no roads to bisect and no people to erect stones and fences and bridges. The trees were very, very young and had much living ahead of them. The enormity of their lifespan loomed in wooly mists around them, so they stretched out their root fingers and wrapped them around each others’, intertwining and holding very tight. The ferns found pockets of root fingers where they could nestle in and the moss stretched itself out over the soil and everything became very soft. The trees grew and made patterns of light and dark on the ground and the vines swirled in to trace the patterns. Spotted spiders moved back and forth and up and down, making nets to catch the mist, and the mist would linger on the nets in drops that cupped the light. It was very quiet all the time because the trees needed to focus on their lives. It is not easy to grow so much, for so long. Some trees became tired and lay down on the soft ground; others leaned and rested their tops on another. Growing is forever, they whispered, and when one tree had to stop, another would grow out of it and reach very high into the grey and gold sky. The trees rested and waited to the mist to come and cool them. They were very large, but still not very old, and had much more growing to do.” ~ Kallie Markle

Good Sunday morning.


Growing is Forever from Jesse Rosten on Vimeo.


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Why Trees Smell Beautiful…

tree hug


“You know why trees smell the way they do?” Murphy asked, looking up from her hammering. “Sap?” Logan guessed. “Chlorophyll?” Murphy shook her head.  “Stars.  Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones.  So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years’ worth of light.  Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth.  That’s why trees smell so beautiful and old.”

~ By Frances O’Roark Dowell in Where I’d like to be


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