tree farm
young trees grow
alongside the old
*
sun reaches trees
also old pine wood
in the house
*
This poem is from May 13, 2013:
nothing could be
more beautiful
than the trees
and their new leaves
beginning
except for when
they are in full
summer green
and then turn
their autumn colors
and then are their
wise winter selves
waiting for spring
again
The pear tree is courtesy of Reusable Art.
Poems are by Ellen Grace Olinger.
Ellen Grace Olinger, 2017
Sweet – memories, seasons, kindness, hope . . .
Photo by Karl
May 19, 2011
Hyacinth plant from a store
April 7, 2017
Ellen Grace Olinger
Winter is colder this year, though yesterday was warmer with sun. The days are longer, and the light is different.
We had some errands yesterday, and we went to First Watch in Mequon for a meal. Karl went to First Watch in Florida with his mother. We remembered our mothers.
On my way to the Milwaukee area every weekend for years, to be with my mother and help manage her home and care, I sometimes stopped at bookstores that are no longer there. I felt loss. Spring has arrived many times since then.
Winter is a part of Spring’s birth for me.
Image: wpclipart
Ellen Grace Olinger
Lake Michigan in Wisconsin
June 6, 2017
Ellen Grace Olinger
garden journal
June 5, 2017
Ellen Grace Olinger
June 5, 2017
