I have a long-standing affection for trees. My dad loves them. He was a serious tree hugger way back in the 60’s before tree huggers even existed.
Trees tell stories. Trees point to a Creator. And trees are fun for climbing.
G.M Hopkins says, “The world is charged with the grandeur of God.” I always see it in trees.
But there are other things I’ve seen in trees … a nearly 21 one year old and her wack-a-doo mother.
I am not entirely sure how this trip to SoCo with Emily’s friend Hilliary turned into a bizarre mother/daughter portrait session in a huge live oak but it did.
Things got weirder and weirder.
It made FB and now (for reasons unknown even to me …) I am posting it here. I know I look like I’m on drugs. My former co-worker, Roxanne, always told me that people thought I was on drugs because I was so high and happy. And playful. And distracted. Apparently, that’s how people on drugs act.
But I am not on drugs. And I wasn’t for this mother/daughter portrait session in the trees. It was just enormously funny. (This kid better get home quick as she seems to keep surfacing in every post … Emily, come home quick or I’ll keep posting pictures of you. Hello ….? Emily …?)
I’m thankful for trees.
