What would my farm be without the trees......
The ones with near perfect symmetry.
The twisty ones,
and the lonely one that I love to gaze upon.
Some trees are show stoppers in a straight row,
and some new ones are just starting to show their goods.
"And, this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."