Don’t forget the trees!  We all think of trees in the forest, but there are trees right next to you

(Psithurism –n— the sounds of rustling leaves)

And I’m not thinking of those trees in parks or along shady streets

(Nemophilist—n—a haunter of the woods; one who loves the forest and its beauty and solitude)

Nor those trees grown on farms or orchards

(Embowered–adj–Sheltered by trees)

I’m talking about those trees that live right with you—in your yard.

(Wer*if*est*er*i*a — Werifesteria, Verb, To wander longingly through the forest in search of mystery)

They are lovingly a part of you.  They give you shade, provide protection in the rain, and house little birds and animals.

(Nemophilist—n—Someone with a love or fondness for forests, woods, or woodland scenery.  A Hunter of the woods..)

They are a mystery and a huge gift of life—one we see each and every day

and forget to thank them

(Meraki–is doing something with total love, and pure soul.  It is leaving a little piece of yourself in your creative work.)

After all, they are silent sentinels of our lives—giving blessings constantly

Oubaitori–n–the Japanese idea that people, like flowers, bloom in their own time and in their individual ways)

They sing to us always—just listen—leaves rustling, branches rubbing together

dropping their fruit with a sudden plop

Brivet–v–to wander an area aimlessly or to satisfy idle curiosity)

Trees and bushes- all plants are a huge part of our lives; we see them, care for them, and forget their value.  Actually, they are the lungs of our yards!  We couldn’t breathe without them. 🙂

(Annasach–adj–strange, rare, unusal)

From my heart to your world,

Linda