Myriah and I were standing on the shoulder of Gumdrop Dome, looking across the lake to the other shore. She said that the trees rising in ascending rows from the water’s edge reminded her of a choir standing straight at attention. I made a note to include that image in a blog post if I could.
Later we were talking about age and getting old and what is youthfulness? and I was looking up a poem by Wendell Berry that I posted here once, when I found this fitting one:
What do the tall trees say
To the late havocs in the sky?
They sigh.
The air moves, and they sway.
When the breeze on the hill
Is still, then they stand still.
They wait.
They have no fear. Their fate
Is faith. Birdsong
Is all they’ve wanted, all along.
-Wendell Berry, from A Timbered Choir: The Sabbath Poems
The thought of the trees listening to the birds comforts me. I don’t see half the birds here that I see at home, though as Myriah noted, “I’ve heard more birds than I’ve seen.” Yesterday I got the idea of putting some berries on the deck and railing in hopes of attracting a Steller’s Jay. Nope. Not even a chipmunk has found one yet.
But a blue dragonfly just now graced my field of vision with his blue whirr.
Gladsome Lights 
Pictures are simply beautiful!
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Beautiful photos, and I love that poem! 🙂
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Wow, what beautiful scenery and rocks! I love rocks, DH did too.
Have a great weekend ~ FlowerLady
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I’m so happy to read this 😊. The poem is certainly a perfect side note as a soul nourishing observation. And those blueberries are giant sized!
Today I wondered about trees myself. Precious of you to share your day!
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Blue berries, blue dragonflies, blue whirrs. There’s something in that.
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I also hear more birds than I see and those I see I don’t always know the names of but enjoy them anyway.
I like your photos of hills, trees, and rocks. Lots of rocks.
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A post filled with beauty….You bless us all.
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Wow that is so pretty. I don’t expect it to look that beautiful this time of year. Its just breath taking. I love it when you go to the cabin.
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Their fate is faith. At the end of a summer of a big birthday for that I thank you x
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After those beautiful photographs and that special poem comes a dragonfly and his ” blue whir.” What a way to finish! Such a nice message, from the tall and the small.
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The poem speaks to me. I have that book, tucked away somewhere in a tote. It crosses my mind that I don’t think I’ve actually read it. I’ll have to change that!
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