My Branch
This tree branch is my close personal friend. I see it every morning when I wake up, every time I lay down for a nap, and every night before I go to bed. Because I live on the 3rd floor of the end of a street, I rarely close my blinds; therefore this branch knows me extremely well, too. I couldn't actually tell you what kind of tree it is, but then again, I bet the tree couldn't tell you whether I'm white or asian. And you know what they say...
...April showers bring May mud.
I promise I'll try to have a weekend worth sharing about.
1 comment:
I guess you must have gotten the batteries back. It is a lovely branch, perhaps if you post it after it gets some leaves you'll be able to id it. Is Beatrix feeling better? Have Wiley and Stokes reappeared or are we investigating Beatrix's cannabalistic incident?
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