A walk with my Grandfather’s stories
But the trees seemed to know me.They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there.
The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather’s dream was coming true and the trees were moving again.
A beautiful post Whitney, I can imagine your grandfather’s smile.
Thanks whippet all I have are just memories and look forward to creating better ones with my children and grand children by Gods Grace. Amen
Blessings to you xxx
More Grace to you dear…
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