i am of that age
with peer-friends, gratefully
who do not enjoy spending all of our time
talking about all the things that beset us.
the failing bits and pieces.
we keep thinking we are just still ourselves.
with all of the recent passings of very young people
and bed-ridden "more mature" folks
my family has begun asking me
"what do you want us to do when...?"
well, you know.
Most of them live away out west
in assorted deserts
which i escaped decades ago.
Let me always live with trees.
Like these fabulous copper beeches
with their bright as a penny tiny new leaves
(photographed 3 weeks ago)
How much do i love my family?
They understand...and have made promises.
This next one really does warrant taking a few seconds to click on it and
view it larger
if you ask me