This is the time of year when the winter mosses put on their bright green clothes and play by the water. These are beneath the tall cedars in the Spring Creek canyon.
Years ago (who knows how many?) someone threw a pear core out beside the road and from its seeds a small tree has grown there, attended only by nature and her seasons. I pass that place often and the other day as I passed, the gold of its autumn leaves seemed especially attractive.
I remembered then how much I liked its spring dress in April too and found in my archives a photo I had taken then.
The little tree has had a good year and has quietly brought a little more beauty to the world.
