I had a bad night last night, but today’s weather was cool and refreshing, so I went outside to enjoy a cigar.
By and by, I saw something.
At the end of our sidewalks stands a mighty tree, a sycamore… and today it had a face on it. (Uh-oh! He’s getting loopy.) Yeah, I know. But I’m not talking about a new Mount Rushmore.
For this tree has a face. You have to look closely, and then you’ll see it. The mouth is in a grimace, the eyes are scrunched half shut, and the nose is wrinkled. I wash I had a photo.
It won’t be there tomorrow, of course. Things like that never are.
Do you know what your trees get up to, when you aren’t looking?