07-25-2012, 05:52 PM
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Join Date: Oct 2011 Location: Liberty, N.Y. Lower Catskill Mountains. Posts: 2,325
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This wasn't a "find", but an occurence.
This hot, sunny summer day I was sitting at the top of a steep pasture, scanning the area below. There wasn't even the hint of a breeze.
About thirty feet below me stood the grand old skelton of a dead tree. I had no way of telling what kind of tree it was, as the tree had lost its bark decades ago, majestically exibiting its smooth silver-gray exterior. Who knew how many windstorms, blizzards or other hazards this tree had endured over the years.
Many was the time I had sat there over the years, scanning the area below for evidence of wildlife, mainly woodchucks, and always admiring this old, lone tree.
Then, with no hint whatsoever, this old overseer of the hillside suddenly crumbled to the ground with a crash that could be heard all over the area.
I was both startled and saddened to see this grand old friend leave.
"Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness." Seneca |
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