My life is full of Rows.

Have you noticed?

Life is full of Rows.

Our newly cut Alfalfa field is full of Rows.

My Flower pots are standing in a Row.

My daisies growing in a Row.

My cabbages in a Row.

My hand painted Plates in Rows. 

Shading our driveway, Summit Ash in a Row.

Enclosing one of our pastures, cedar posts in a Row. 

Our house has windows in a Row.

And balustrades in Rows.

It all began with a lane of trees in a Row. 

Wishing you a very special weekend. 

Thank you for stopping by. 

I always appreciate your visits.  

 Gina  

Now you see it, now you don't

The Main house on the right 

Now you see it,

Now you don't.
When we built our house, 20 years ago, we tucked it in between existing trees.  

More than one hundred year old trees needed to be trimmed. 
Major branches were breaking threatening the house and roof. 

The bucket crew did most of the work.

The climbing crew was called upon when heavy equipment would have destroyed the lawn.

Our fruit trees are still growing.

The guests house has just enough young trees for plenty of privacy.

Have a wonderful week my dear 

Blogging Friends, 

Gina

Our Trees, young and old

Meine Allee ist aufgewachsen

It wasn't so long ago when these 100 trees were little saplings which arrived in bundles of twentyfive

By the lake

The old Chinese Elm, a place for Summer picnics

New Summit Ash, for clothelines to stretch between

We designed our house to fit within the space of 2 old trees, not the other way around

Three old trees stood here.  One was hit by lightning, the other was blown over by the wind and the last tree died of a broken heart.  In their honor we planted three new trees.

All photos taken with a Kodak Easy Share DX7590

Trees

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

Gina