I’ve lived in a lot of places, but one of my favorites was Imperial Beach, California. It was sometimes seedy, full of unique characters, and always fun. I’d walk the beach every morning and strike up conversations with the hippies and fisherman and often come back with something I’d found (a surfboard once). I lived in a condo complex right across the street from the beach, and it was bordered in the back by the Tijuana Slough, a wildlife refuge that gave me a beautiful view no matter where I was in that Condo. My neighbors were amazing and our common areas seemed more like a family gathering place than an apartment complex. You couldn’t really go any further south and still be in the USA. Those were adventurous and interesting times.
“The true meaning of life
is to plant trees, under whose
shade you do not expect to sit.”
~ Nelson Henderson
We lost a tree today. I’m always a little saddened when a tree dies. I’ve cut down trees before, but always replaced them immediately. This particular tree is one I planted myself and it was just reaching over the house. It was a beautiful willow that my landscaper hated (his mower’s wheels would get caught in the hanging branches). I’ll have it cut down and plant a new one, and probably never enjoy its shade.
This video is set to “Your Hand in Mine” and may make you cry.