The trees do not care. They root as they have for thousands of years, silent, sighing, disinterested. Their business is not with you, with your trifling thoughts and petty joys. Their business is with standing tall. Their business is with growing.
Her post is poetic and inspiring…and this sketch, rough as it is, seemed to fit. For some reason when I draw trees, I tend to draw them with draping vines and no leaves of their own. I’ll leave the interpretation of that to you.
- Things Grandma taught me
- Betsy McCaughey: “Hyperbolic and Dangerous”