I’ve enjoyed my time in Prescott and enjoyed the sweet little trail along Granite Creek. The Creek runs through town and has this trail that leads ultimately to a park. These trees are in the park. Everywhere you go in Prescott it seems that there are trees. It certainly isn’t as green as Seattle, where I used to live, but I’m enjoying all the green trees. My heart especially lights up when I see Aspen trees.
I used to crawl out my window and sleep in a tree. I loved how it’s branches held me in such a loving embrace. It felt more like home than the bedroom I had inside the house.
Perhaps that is why I still love trees so much. I talk to them, lean against them, feel their bark and tell them how much they mean to me. They seem to ground me and bring me back to a place of peace.
Do you have a part of nature that particularly calls to you?