Image via Wikipedia
I received these pictures via E-Mail from another friend of mine that had found me through classmates. I had actually heard that he was no longer with us 20 or so odd years ago. Imagine my surprise when I get my notice from classmates informing me I had an E-Mail from John so and so.It was definitely a nice surprise. I have seen some of these pictures on the web but not all of them. Awesome!!!
Thanks Johnny!
If you ever want to see trees like this, go to Gilroy Gardens in Gilroy, CA. A number of these trees had been imported from the old Santa's Village Park in Santa Cruz after it closed in 1989. They almost got bulldozed except for a guy who saw them and wanted them for his new botanical amusement park. That guy was Joe Bonfonte who opened Bonfonte Gardens which later became Gilroy Gardens. This is a low key park with only a few rides of merit for adults but the scenery - the trees, plants, bushes, fountains, streams, etc. are just great. Stop by if you are ever in the "garlic capital " (aka Gilroy).
P.S. To Johnny,
I saw the pic, Lookin' good!!!
Forest of Love
This is one of my all time favorite sites. It is called the Forest of Love. It is a virtual forest where you get to carve your virtual tree, you get pick to out the type of virtual tree and then with a virtual implement of choice you then "carve" you and your loved ones initials on it and then you place it in your virtual forest, and if that weren't enough , you then GET TO write about it on your blog like me. LOL!!!
Seriously tho' I think this is a fun site that you can show your love for someone and if you do not want to, you can do it anonymously. This would be perfect I think for valentines day, a birthday or
JUST A GRANDMA LIKE ME PROFESSING HER LOVE FOR HER GRANDCHILD!
This stands for grandma and Jeremiah Lee
They also have plus signs and hearts etc. I used the and sign for us.
The Poplar Tree
The poplars are felled; farewell to the shade
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade:
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view
Of my favourite field and the bank where they grew;
And now in the grass behold they are laid
And the tree is my seat that once lent me shade!
The blackbird has fled to another retreat
Where the Hazels afford him a screen from the heat,
And the scene where his melody charmed me before
Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
My fugitive years are all hasting away,
And I must ere long lie as lowly as they
With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head,
Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
Tis a sight to engage me if anything can,
To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;
Though his life be a dream his enjoyments, I see,
Have a being less durable even than he.
And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade:
The winds play no longer and sing in the leaves,
Nor Ouse on his bosom their image receives.
Twelve years have elapsed since I first took a view
Of my favourite field and the bank where they grew;
And now in the grass behold they are laid
And the tree is my seat that once lent me shade!
The blackbird has fled to another retreat
Where the Hazels afford him a screen from the heat,
And the scene where his melody charmed me before
Resounds with his sweet-flowing ditty no more.
My fugitive years are all hasting away,
And I must ere long lie as lowly as they
With a turf on my breast and a stone at my head,
Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead.
Tis a sight to engage me if anything can,
To muse on the perishing pleasures of man;
Though his life be a dream his enjoyments, I see,
Have a being less durable even than he.
