Fred the Ficus

Tales Of A Hoosier

essays by paulaB2021-04-022021-04-03

pictures by paulaB2018-07-222018-08-11

as the wind thru trees

that breeze passed thru the leaves one to another telling stories for the rain washed away yesterday, gone with that wind, again {{ oOooomMm }}

poetry by paulaB2017-07-06

could it be that poetry is the language of the trees? she thought. so i am fred and i am hers and she is mine seeking the sacred and divine places down highways at shores of lakes way up and down as we outgrew those old pots together her and i.

pictures by paulaB2017-03-112017-05-04

make it so

the week began and once again i missed him. in the dead of winter whilst i watched him wilt, from lack of sun upon his leaves, and to the kitchen window he was moved to that lovely little inside garden room. yet i missed him my lovely Ficus Fred long we have journeyed, just him and […]