The graceful droop of the branches, the tiny cones, the two stripes on the underside of each flat needle, the feathered and furry friends coming and going — I just can't get enough of this familiar subject. Oh, the countless hours we've spent gazing out of the big sunroom window at this beautiful Eastern Hemlock and year-round, too. Whatever the weather, this beauty stands strong; and to think that the top of it got lopped off years ago before our arrival onto this wooded hill. How is a secret Mother Nature's not telling.
I praise you, Lord, for this familiar subject and the hours upon hours of joy it brings us — even with its lopped off top.
