This post is about the AMAZING Camellia tree that has been my artisitc muse for the past week. This tree has captivated me with her astounding beauty. She sits at the far edge of the park that surrounds our grand State Capitol building. She leaves a carpet of pink petals beneath her. She stopped me in my tracks. The morning light was more than I could take.
Gather round, and get some popcorn – the big tub – cuz this is a long post. I took about 75 pictures and it was very hard to select only a few to put on the old bloggy blog. Thanks for coming by today and I hope these pictures inspire you as well. I'd love to hear from you.
I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Joyce Kilmer, author
