One cold winter day I was in a graveyard in Holland. I walked past a toppled headstone, leaves scurried past me dancing in the wind, and turned to see this great old tree offering comfort and protection. I have a great fondness for trees. I cry when I see an old one cut down. I love walks in the woods where quite often the trees are the only companions on a trail. They stand watching us throughout the centuries, and I like to believe, they sigh with compassion when another silly human walks past them. They shake their leaves and wait again.
It’s possible and fun to imagine this tree seeing Holland like this..Image via Wikipedia
What a great image! Imagine how plain this world would be without trees. Thanks for letting me see them in a new light. 🙂
I thought it was pretty amazing. The headstone was not cracked from the limb at all! Imagine the weight of that tree bearing down on it! I am so glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
Most peculiar.
I agree! Amazingly so!
That is a great image, Susan. It looks as though the bark has ‘poured’ over the headstone. Amazing! 😀
Tom, it does look like it was poured over. I was so amazed that the weight of this trunk didn’t crack the headstone, it really feels and looks like it is tenderly protecting it! Nature is amazing!