meditatethis
"I do not think I shall see, anything as beautiful as a tree." This famous poem, "Trees" by Joyce Kilmer, hung in the kitchen in my childhood home. I recall looking at it everytime I entered the kitchen, throughout the time I lived there. I remember walking into the kitchen one day, and caught my Mother crying in the kitchen one day. She was sobbing as she looked out of the window over the sink. I asked her why she was crying and she said "The neighbors just cut down a beautiful tree for no good reason. It was getting in the way of their plants."
Years later, I moved into my first condo, in a community called Kilmer Woods. Coincidence or ????