“God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.” ~John Muir
Out of the same plowed field near Coyanosa stands this old lone tree. A skeleton of it’s former self, but it greets me as a friend every time I stop to make it’s photograph. I fear with every passing that it will be plowed under or felled by natures course. I enjoy it everytime I pass and will miss it when it is gone.
enjoy the pleasure of old friends. en theos ††† jim