This lovely oak tree lives at the edge of a small park in Ashland; on one long side is a street, on the opposite side is a bike path, and beyond that, railroad tracks.  I pass this tree every day to and from my art studio and love to pause under its branches and say hello.  Often on a hot day (of which we have many in the summer) and whenever I am tired, I lie on the grass and watch the leaves dance in the breezed above and feel the cool grass on my arms and legs and am happy to be with them.  They nourish me, restore my energy, help me rest deeply.  They are the fingers pointing at the moon, or maybe the moon itself.

Best to you, 

Shoshanah

Ashland, California