What is it about your childhood home that makes it, for you, the most beautiful place on Earth? How does "home" get such a hold on your heart that you find yourself "pining" to return.
Lately, I've found myself literally pining for the pines of Central Wisconsin.
These are my favorites. Eastern White Pines. There is something about their non symmetrical ragged silhouettes emerging above the forest canopy which draws me in.
They can stand alone. . .