Old man, take a look at my life…
I’m a lot like you…
I need someone to love me…
…the whole day through.
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that’s true..
Old man, take a look at my life,
I’m a lot like you were…..
Seeing these moss- bearded ancient trees brought to mind an old favorite song of mine. You are amazing, Mr Young.
*Beauty, courtesy of Mother Nature and the tender care of Florida Sugar Mill Gardens friends..
Dreaming Reality 
A beautiful tree and a beautiful tune. ❤ (And what a young Neil! :o)
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We were all younger once. I hope to age like my tree friends. Slowly and with great dignity.
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Beautiful!
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Thanks Jennie!
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You’re welcome, Cheryl!
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Neil Young helped me survive my childhood – thank you my friend!
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You are most welcome, dear one. 😊
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That song really moves me, Cheryl. As for that tree …. what an exceptional one at that! Love how you wrote you did in relations to the tree. Very cool post! Thank you! xo
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Thanks Amy. The trees are my dear friends. They have seen so much and bear that knowledge with stoic resilience. Hugs.
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Great use of that song for inspiration. Beautiful tree.
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Thanks Dan. When I saw that beard of white fluttering above me, the song popped into my head. I love Neil Young. I missed the moss covered oaks. So much like my home state.
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It’s always amazing what triggered what thoughts.
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The brain is an amazing organ!
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I love that song! I wonder what tales those old trees could tell?
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One can only imagine what they have seen and keep hidden behind their silent watch..
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