tree-hug on march 25

A tall straight tree-hug this morning.  Notice the spirited tree-dancer who snuck into the picture.

It was a friendly tree-neighborhood with a full symphony of frog-music playing in the distance.

Almost a year of tree-hugging has transformed me in many ways. Instead of shying away from things that I didn't find pretty or easy to look at I have become curious about their unique colors and textures, their  essence and stories.

At the base of this tree, in the messy wet moss, I discovered the promise of new tree-life.

Nearby an exquisite rain-dropped display of light and color appeared on a less-than-friendly pricker bush.

A wise capped nature-professor popped out where I had parked my hiking-poles.

Luscious flowing moss growing on a decaying fallen tree-trunk invited me to touch its warm spongy softness.  Message:  Experience love in nature.. Step into a transformed reality.  It is free and waiting patiently for you to arrive.  💚 Peace