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I’ve written before about how much I love trees. Here are a list of some of my tree posts, in case you want verification ;): “Small Stone” in a Stand of Trees Cruel April’s Fool Meaning...
I’ve broken out with Spring Fever and don’t want to work on characterization now. In fact, I’m being downright cantankerous about it. It’s not the sort of spring I used to wish for when...
https://writersite.org/2013/03/25/some-meaningful-spring-moments/
Deep in thought over my book research, I drove down the street. Suddenly before me I saw a bare, but well-branched, tree hosting a covey of mourning doves. I took the time to really notice th...
https://writersite.org/2013/02/05/meaningful-moment-in-the-midst-of-research/
The red maple up past the McKinley Elementary School playground on Emerson Street, in Kalamazoo, Michigan, is etched on the backdrop of my mind like a permanent screen saver. A symmetrical outl...
When I walk outside in my Arizona yard I see the palo verde trees. I grew up in Michigan where trees are real trees. You probably know what I mean: oak, maple, birch, and pine trees. They ...
Down the path I see trees–weedy looking desert trees. I haven’t seen real trees like back home in Michigan since I was in California. Is it this way all through middle and southern Arizon...
https://writersite.org/2013/01/12/small-stone-in-a-stand-of-trees/