Life… an assortment of wonder; if we choose to see the magic and beauty of it.

This poem describes where I am from. I am from…

This is about an old man and an apple tree. He is out plowing his field one day and came across a sprig of an apple tree and decides to take it home. He does and plants it. The tree grew tall and was full of apples, but when the old man becomes sick and dies the tree withers away and dies as well.

Dazed.

We had transformed an old bungalow into a modern home during the 10 years we lived there. I expected to miss it, however, it was not the bricks and mortar but the garden that I missed. A gentle blending of the work of man and nature. The new garden could not compare.

About the countryside.