that old tele pole
voices ceased so long ago
there’s no place like home 🦊❤️
The area where I hike used to be part of the largest tree nursery on the East Coast. The nursery ceased operating many years ago. Now the woods are filled with many types of trees that are survivors and offspring of the nation of tree from the bustling nursery days. Among the trees is a lone wooden telephone pole that used to serve the business. I thought it was so fitting that the pole was able to remain in the woods, untethered from its wires and at rest among old friends and adopted family. 🦊❤️