The Gift of Contrastby Yvette Trujillo, RScP This morning, I have peace in my heart. I can hear the day waking up. I see the shadows of trees and mountains begin to take shape as the light reveals their details, and there is an amazing cool breeze drifting through my open window, lightly kissing my skin on this rare mild summer morning. What a blessing to listen to the crickets and emerging birdsong, and to …
The Tree in My Rear Garden
The Tree in My Rear Gardenby Tilia Giron, RScP The tree that stands tallest in my rear garden is The Tree that everyone advised me to cut down. It could not be saved, they said. Tree experts, nature experts, state experts. It is The Tree that the Robins and Doves and the little Green Finches migrating on their way to elsewhere flock toward. It is The Tree that bears many wounds. Its’ bark is gray …