This is the tree we used for crossing the creek for a couple of years before we built the bridge. Nature is a clever decorator. The colors, the random placement of trees, bushes and wild flowers seems just right. But, although we are admonished to not try to gild the lily, I in my enthusiasm to share in the creative process have done my bit to pretty up the pathways.
Entering one of the paths I have hung the gift of wind chimes from our son and family in Texas.
Four benches grace the walks in order to sit and listen, watch or just ponder the ways of nature.
Dave and Mary are the docents in this area of the woods.
You are bound to meet Babette gazing sweetly at her love.
In return, Gerard sighs "Ah, Babette"
We have a wondrous community of sprites and fairies and I decorate for them as well.
Finally let me introduce you to the thinking frog who sits in the wildflower patch waiting for the dear sweet princess to come and kiss him back into his princely form that we have learned to call The Thinker.
