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vaneramosBark. I'm a tree lover. What were you expecting? These were taken on Sunday at Wellington County Agreement Forest.
Sugar maple (Acer saccharum) and American beech (Fagus americana)
White birch (Betula alba)
Black cherry (Serissa serotina)
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iamthelorax.
It makes me realize where my priorities lie when I remember the Latin names of most trees without having to look them up. This is true of a few wildflowers, but otherwise not. It's exasperating given how anxiety interferes with my memory of most things.
I am always peaceful in the forest. I can feel the shackles falling away when I leave the main road and pad down a trail carpetted with pine needles. There is some symbolism in that about my life: leaving the main path. It's like Brenna says: "more at home."
Where my mind is at ease, I remember names.
Yesterday on the way to take my daughters home, we drove to the corner of Queen and Spadina in Toronto and wandered for 45 minutes through the alleys full of graffiti art. I did not take any pictures. I gave Marian my camera. It was her day. I think she was impressed. She could read most of the cryptic, stylized lettering. She didn't say much, just took lots of pictures. I'll put the images on a CD and mail them to her.
I stopped at Danny's last night, slept like a rock, and came home this morning.
Sugar maple (Acer saccharum) and American beech (Fagus americana)
White birch (Betula alba)
Black cherry (Serissa serotina)
One more image of a sugar maple is posted in
iamthelorax.It makes me realize where my priorities lie when I remember the Latin names of most trees without having to look them up. This is true of a few wildflowers, but otherwise not. It's exasperating given how anxiety interferes with my memory of most things.
I am always peaceful in the forest. I can feel the shackles falling away when I leave the main road and pad down a trail carpetted with pine needles. There is some symbolism in that about my life: leaving the main path. It's like Brenna says: "more at home."
Where my mind is at ease, I remember names.
Yesterday on the way to take my daughters home, we drove to the corner of Queen and Spadina in Toronto and wandered for 45 minutes through the alleys full of graffiti art. I did not take any pictures. I gave Marian my camera. It was her day. I think she was impressed. She could read most of the cryptic, stylized lettering. She didn't say much, just took lots of pictures. I'll put the images on a CD and mail them to her.
I stopped at Danny's last night, slept like a rock, and came home this morning.
