What a beautiful tree. Thanks for sharing, Nanci. It brought back childhood memories of crawling around the roots of the giant fig tree in Santa Barbara.
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I have climbed many a tree in my day as well. My dh still calles me monkey women for all the climbing I do even in our kitchen. I am only 5'3 so somethings are areach for me.
We have wonderful oak tree's like you to Nanci. It's sad when a storm comes through and breaks them. Out here in Cali you are not alloud to cut down an oak and if you want to move one it is a huge deal. so no one ever moves one. Something like you have to uncover each root and let it sit the and uncover another one , it takes something like a year to move one. It's crazy!
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
> Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
What a beautiful tree. Thanks for sharing, Nanci. It brought back childhood memories of crawling around the roots of the giant fig tree in Santa Barbara.
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those tree pics are amazing.... this sounds like a really wonderful group! I like to go out and hammer sometimes... but I ride for the joy of it... and am perfectly content riding 12 mph sometimes just to enjoy the summer breeze, the birds and the scenery... and the no drop policy is very helpful for a newbie wanting to try their first group ride! thanks for sharing that...
and I like the hell ride concept... I would love to start a touring group too... but alas, the scenery here is not so great... and the traffic is helacious!I hope it works for you...
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There is a fine line between "hobby" and "mental illness".
Hey Nanci, et al,
Of course I had to post the famous Ode to the Tree in this thread. Enjoy:
Tree Poem
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree,
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God aft day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer