Spending inordinate amounts of time with cypress trees gains one a significant library of photographs that span all of the seasons, morning, noon, and night. 162 more words
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Selecting photos today was difficult!! There’s a very real possibility that I have a knee fetish because I have hundreds of photos of them. 😁 83 more words
1 day, 13 hours ago
Cypress trees tend to grow in clusters or groups, with occasional “ancients” standing out from the crowd.
When I walk into a cluster of cypress trees, there is a definite energy, like walking into a home or family setting. 26 more words
2 days, 12 hours ago
Wondering around town today I got the impulsive urge to buy a new summer fragrance. Looking over the wall of scents in Boots I noticed the bright yellow Lacoste packaging and gave it a go. 717 more words
3 days, 7 hours ago
Every chance I get, I lay my hands on cypress bells. Each one is as unique as humans are.
Most are very textured, but some are quite smooth, depending upon the tree’s age, which can be hundreds of years, and environmental factors. 148 more words
3 days, 9 hours ago
Soft, fresh, bright, new…
Young cypress have an energy all their own. It’s almost as if they communicate how eager they are to become the adult sentinels of the swamp.
Akin to humans, hmmm?
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