. . . a poem lovely as a tree. Do you remember that poem by Kilmer? I couldn’t remember any of the others words and looked it up today. It continues . . .

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

I couldn’t help but hold this poem in my mind as I worked on the tree pendants in the picture. Yes, I got a bit carried away, but why make just one tree when you can have a little grove?

We have had blessed rain here in Central Texas and our tanks are full for the first time in over two years. I’m just hoping it’s not too late to save some of the elderly trees. Many have already perished in the drought, but hope springs eternal when the rains come.