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through the cold winter
a patina of ivy
continues its creep 🦊❤️
The starkness of the winter trees was interrupted by two tree that were almost fully cloaked in ivy. They really stood out. They looked beautiful in the morning sun. But in my mind I knew that the two trees would die prematurely as a result of the ivy’s insidious creeping. But then again… who am I to define prematurity? Who am I to say the trees deserve to thrive but the ivy not? Who am I to judge the unfolding of nature and its grand design and plans? Maybe I need to just stand, look and take it all in and be still… 🦊❤️