Our world is a fascinating place. I think it’s actually one great big art gallery. Everywhere you look Mother Nature displays another masterpiece. Take this tree for instance. It grows near my parking spot between the bank and the gym. I watch it change with the seasons. It’s beautiful in the spring covered in blossoms. It’s gorgeous in the summer dressed in one thousand shades of green.
But, look at this. It’s December 1st and you can see its bare bones gracefully asymmetrical and symmetrical all at once and then covered with polka dots
I love polka dots.
There is a majestic sycamore tree out side the window where mom used to live. She loved to watch that tree as it went through it’s phases through the seasons, too. Your post reminded me of her.