“Here is the secret of inspiration: Tell yourself that thousands and tens of thousands of people, not very intelligent and certainly no more intelligent than the rest of us, have mastered problems as difficult as those that now baffle you.” ~ William Feather
The weather the past two days has been perfect, inviting me to enjoy my backyard nearly into dark. Each day I’ve admired my dying oak. It hurts my heart to watch it die, knowing I’ll be forced to have it removed soon. It’s been in decline for several years, but this spring it’s death is apparent. The oaks in my neighborhood suffer from disease, and I’ve watched one mighty oak after another succumb to the chainsaw over the last ten years. I’m putting it off as long as I can because he overlooks the grounds, provides gloaming quarters for many birds, and practice for a couple of woodpeckers. Plus, I love him. I will hang on to him as long as I safely can, and I’ll admire his beauty every day.