welcome readers & writers. it's photog friday again! i love photog fridays because i (and you, if you'd like!) get to be creative with the work of a professional photographer. the photos you see on my blog every other day of the week are taken by me. on fridays my rookie camera gets a break and we all get to contemplate a professional photo. to read stories and see photos from previous photog fridays, click here, here, and here.
Everyone in town calls it the True Love Tree. Such a gorgeous birch in the center of town square, next to the gazebo. Its twining branches spill over into the gazebo, tear drop leaves whispering a new mossy groove in the spring, singing a deep throaty green in the summer, humming jazzy shades of yellow, orange and red in the autumn... silent and sleepy and knowing in winter. Under that tree countless moms have laid chubby babies on fuzzy blankets for kick n' play time while toddler siblings circle, gallop, and chase a few feet away, dripping ice cream and wiping their hands clean on the grass. On the bench nearby generations of old men thumb through countless pages of daily newspapers. Gaggles of teenagers gather there too, though later, after the last bell and before dinnertime curfews. ("Meet me at the TLT!") And let me tell you, more than one couple has shared a first kiss, held sweaty hands, even gotten engaged under that canopy. Who is T and where is L? No one knows, but the legacy of their love - chisled, rooted, generous and lively - still flourishes.
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p.s. thanks to Jessica Lemmon, Brian Potopowitz, FilmGuy, Bess Weatherby, and Anonymous for your awesome "fluffed" stories yesterday. 'twas great day for writing altogether (and all together, too)!