Art of Trees and Plants

“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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Wednesday, 9 January 2019

potted boundary...

One of several potted plants marking the boundary
between the small car park outside Chemist Warehouse, Safety Beach, and the footpath...

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Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening Heaven.

Rabindranath Tagore

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

E. M. Forster

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.

A. A. Milne

There are always flowers for those who want to see them.

Henri Matisse

I want to learn from the TREES.
I want to nourish my roots. Nourish the deepest, most essential parts of myself.
Spiritually, emotionally and physically.
I want to go out on some limbs.
I want to bloom where I'm planted.
I want to weather the seasons.
I want to provide a nesting place for those I love.
I want to bend without breaking.
I want to learn from the TREES.

- Adrienne - My Memory Art

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Wednesday, 9 January 2019

potted boundary...