True Confessions

While Tina is off skiing in the frigid wilderness, I thought I’d indulge in some personal… well, indulgence. Or maybe I had better classify it as a True Confession. You see, I have fallen in love.

With a tree.

 On the first of the year, we moved house, from the desert to the mountains, and the view from my front door went from this:

To this:


It’s beautiful and I love it! I can now look out my front window and see a mountain instead of stucco! I see horses romping in the fields instead of roving bands of hooligans traipsing up the street to the Walmart. Well, calling them hooligans might be a little strong, though they were certainly pesky! But enough of that. As much as I love the mountain and the horses out front, it’s the tree out back that pierces my soul.


Here it is, about a week after we moved in. Isn’t it lovely, in an ancient, venerable sort of way? It’s old, and craggy, and full of character and secrets. But wait, that’s not all.


Here it is the morning after a freezing fog, all dressed up in a sparkling coat. I wish my camera could have captured the falling shower of ice crystals once the sun peeked over the hill. The sight and sounds were breathtaking.


Here it is in the cloudy dusk. (If you think you’re bored now, just wait til I have grandchildren.)


In the fog as a storm rolls in. (Honestly, I can’t stop taking pictures of this tree.)


And the next morning, after the storm arrived.

There you have it. My latest crush. I just thought I’d share.

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  1. Gail McEwen
    Christina
    23/02/2011 at 3:03 pm Permalink

    Love love love. Keep ’em coming… How about a sunrise or sunset pic?? I look fwd to seeing pics of you & friends picnicing under the tree.

  2. Gail McEwen
    Christina
    23/02/2011 at 3:05 pm Permalink

    AND self-satisfying. HUGS

  3. Gail McEwen
    gail
    23/02/2011 at 3:15 pm Permalink

    LOL, Christina! Yes, my self is feeling quite satisfied right now. Because really, it’s all about me, isn’t it?

    Hugs to you!

  4. Gail McEwen
    Mom
    23/02/2011 at 9:39 pm Permalink

    .. old, craggy oak trees.. deep roots.. stories to tell.. refuge for hawks.. they are firmly rooted no matter the storm.. we can learn from them.. stand firmly rooted, beautifully strong.. proudly weathered..

  5. Gail McEwen
    gail
    24/02/2011 at 8:14 am Permalink

    I love that… Firmly rooted, beautifully strong, proudly weathered.

  6. Gail McEwen
    Sylvia
    05/08/2011 at 2:16 pm Permalink

    Hi there peeps!
    I was just recommending your books on the amazon romance discussion board and went looking for a proper link, when I found this blog of yours.
    Hope the both of you are fine! 🙂