We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I've become frustrated that I can no longer post comments here without getting a nasty red "spam prevention" message.
'Had wanted to use html, but when I got the nasty message, I tried just typing in the URL to a post of mine that expands upon the feelings the snow tree evokes.
Here's the message that pops up, FYI:
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Thanks so much. Here's what I was trying to say, minus the URL, which can be found in a google search for "sisu a walk on the wild side":
Totally awesome! The snow reveals the tree's idea of itself. My own description in a blogpost of a couple of years back re a Tree of Heaven comes to mind:
"Like Goethe's 'frozen music,' the balletic branching structure of the young Ailanthus as it spirals heavenward is a physical expression of the dynamics of plant growth, as formulated in The Fibonacci Series."
While admiring the tree, I thought that I should thank BD for inspiring me to move our Christmas tree, lights and all, out into the back field, where it remains lit at night. A thing of beauty that only those who can see our backfield can admire (and that is only us and the ice fisherman.)