The Piney Woods

This painting of the pines was also done from one of Mary's photos. Dean thinks that I should include it in the submissions to the Creative arts Guild.Painting it reminded me of summers when we waled under the pines and that hot smell of pine pitch and crushed needles. Pine needles can be very slippery on a slope and can be a little sticky and prickly. We don't have so many pines here in town and I miss them a little. We have mostly maples and across the street a big poplar that shed twigs and blooms in our yard. Trees are such marvelous things and they are cut down every day with very little thought given to what they do for us and how much we need them.

Sermon over. Go hug a tree today!

All will be well,


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