Today's walk in Hafer Park added ideas for my previous post, but I won't meddle with it, because there are unending stories on the journey. I vary the views by changing the direction I walk, and am always finding new thoughts.
But I keep coming back to my favorite tree in the park, near where the path from my neighborhood enters.
Even though it's not the oldest tree in the park, I love this one for its character, its gnarled and twisted limbs, for the diseases and weathers it has survived. Nearby, other trees lost limbs, some rotten.
Not this old one. While not "beautiful" in the traditional sense, it is strong, and I think beautiful in character and in living.
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