On a walk by the Battenkill yesterday, my companions and I stopped to read this sign.
They are our quiet neighbors, fostering life all around us with little to no fanfare, asking very little in return.
If I can’t stop to appreciate the majesty and beauty of trees, my soul is diminished.
In all seasons, they remain a steadfast presence.
What a wondrous blessing to walk among them.
Thanks be to God for the green life of trees.