tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911995834831777898.post8824984445915661496..comments2023-10-20T07:30:57.164-06:00Comments on The Writer's Corner (and Also What I Ate Today): Talking treesAnnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03435959688644291813noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911995834831777898.post-62019742011161911282016-05-04T15:09:02.944-06:002016-05-04T15:09:02.944-06:00I went with my kiddos to eat lunch in my Grandma&#...I went with my kiddos to eat lunch in my Grandma's garden today. It was 20 degrees cooler sitting in the shade of all of the trees. I didn't want to leave.Laurenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14957158220752318184noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911995834831777898.post-75965176090358151092016-04-14T22:28:06.746-06:002016-04-14T22:28:06.746-06:00I'm now thinking about what the maple in front...I'm now thinking about what the maple in front of my parent's house would say. It's watched over decades of lives, loves, fights, and climbing. Thanks for this thought.Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10165279939874277036noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7911995834831777898.post-67372942814059993392016-04-14T13:39:26.684-06:002016-04-14T13:39:26.684-06:00This is beautiful. I know a few trees that would ...This is beautiful. I know a few trees that would have wonderful stories to tell...like the green apple tree in the vacant lot across the street. It bountifully and beautifully provided little green, wild apples to the boys and girls of the neighborhood. It was a bright, happy spot of the neighborhood until that one day when two little boys decided to shoot a steely marble at it from a miniature cannon. No more apples after that.Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17458565038623693762noreply@blogger.com