Tree with Blue Sky

A leisurely stroll along the Boulder Creek Path this evening was accented with activity, life and warmth. Buds, blossoms and early blooms are everywhere. In addition to those, this tree was brought to my attention. I think I figured out why generations of a family are called a tree. Looking at this tree, there are limbs and branches in every direction with new growth and old death, twists, turns and tangles all held together by a common bond, and all reaching heavenward to a beauty that is radiant. Just like a family.

AWAD-The tree, bereft of its leaves, revealed knotty and gnarled limbs and branches that soon will carry new life.