The beauty and stillness of the lovely Birch Grove slip easily into my heart this morning. I don't know which is which of the trees. But I do know beauty.
My mind is filled with tears this morning. Your photograph is a brief moment of wonder.
Thanks for your remembrance.
My computer is a kicking up a fuss, so if I disappear, you will know why.
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The beauty and stillness of the lovely Birch Grove slip easily into my heart this morning. I don't know which is which of the trees. But I do know beauty.
My mind is filled with tears this morning. Your photograph is a brief moment of wonder.
Thanks for your remembrance.
My computer is a kicking up a fuss, so if I disappear, you will know why.
It took me three tries to spell disappear. :)
Hope you are well my dear.
This has me longing for the birch woods of the Upper Peninsula in Michigan. Beautiful!
There is something magical about light shining on birch.
What a glorious morning.
Dearest Magnolia, the trees in the front are birches. The lacy golden trees in the back are tamarack, also called "larch" in some places.
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