July 18, 2005
To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love
trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things
that do grow under them or around them -- the
whole leaf and root tribe. Not alone when they are
in their glory, but in whatever state they are --
in leaf, or rimed with frost, or powdered with snow,
or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in severe outline stripped
and bare against a November sky — we love them.
~Henry Ward Beecher~
song playing....Be Still