The Pines Bring Me Back to Create Another Heart
I have many memories of sitting under the pine trees at my childhood home. They made an “L” shape at the corner of my mothers plot. In the summertime these trees always beckoned me to read quietly at their feet. The sweet smell of sap that dripped down the trunk of the tree always intrigued me… yes I did taste it and lets just say smells are not always right.
My inner child has always led me to do many things, not always logical or smart, and yet she continues to guide me today with wonder and creativity. As for this piece, I am grateful that she decided to come out and play.