this is the story of a girl.

I love trees so much. No two trees are the same, that’s what I love about them. They all have such character, no matter what age. Some have lots of branches, some have little. Some have flowers, some have berries. Some are very old, and some are new to this summer. Some lose their leaves, some grow fruit. All are beautiful. They all are so different and fascinating in their own way. I could watch them for a long time. I could watch their leaves flutter in the wind and their tall branches dance in the breeze. I could watch twigs fall softly to the ground and bark come loose. It may seem boring or odd, but I’d love to. If only I had the time…