Bristlecone pines are thousands of years old, perched on cliffs in harsh, windy deserts. Gracefully declaring their permanent hold on the essentials, these pines stand witness to a multitude of natural experiences.
I stand here like the bristlecone, clinging to the edge of the cliff, an old soul witnessing the seasons of the earth.
3 comments:
How fun! You really have a green thumb, I must say. Indoor plants and outdoor plants! Lucky.
sometimes when its winter spring suprises us
the inversion is an invasion that must be stopped.
sometimes I hold my breath when I go outside.
not that it helps.
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