It all started with a walk after the first snow. A tall towering beech tree was like a rushing waterfall. Melting snow rushing down the trunk. It was alive. I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
Enter the oak tree by the lake. Look at the green circle of melting snow which surrounds it. I call this the circle of life. Life from the oak tree flows in a circle and gains momentum with everything it touches. We are all connected and our circles intertwine.