“Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird’s throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.” ― William Shakespeare, As You Like It Trees are mystical, he said. I suppose this kind of stunned me. Not the contents, so much as that this was … Continue reading For The Love Of Fred
Your sister left me for dead on her back porch; I must have been a sight. Lonely, starved for light and affection, I can never ever repay you. Ever. Anyone else would have thought me long past saving, but you looked past my dishevelled, half-dead appearance, refreshed my soil, expanded my world and patiently, lovingly, removed every single energy sucker that had infested my bark. I suppose its been over … Continue reading I Am Fred
by PaulaB 