AFTR's Daily Commute

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sun May 20, 2012 9:16 am

"huggin' a tree when you get near it"

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Mon May 21, 2012 1:27 pm

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Tue May 22, 2012 2:25 pm

There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it. ~Minnie Aumonier

Minnie Aumonier (1865-1952)

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Wed May 23, 2012 2:06 pm

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Thu May 24, 2012 2:35 pm

Under the Greenwood Tree by William Shakespeare

Under the greenwood tree

Who loves to lie with me,

And turn his merry note

Unto the sweet bird's throat,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

Who doth ambition shun,

And loves to live i' the sun,

Seeking the food he eats,

And pleas'd with what he gets,

Come hither, come hither, come hither:

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Fri May 25, 2012 4:27 pm

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sat May 26, 2012 8:41 am

How many photographs do you have where a person is posed with a tree?

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along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sun May 27, 2012 3:28 pm

Light Between the Trees by Henry Van Dyke

Long, long, long the trail

Through the brooding forest-gloom,

Down the shadowy, lonely vale

Into silence, like a room

Where the light of life has fled,

And the jealous curtains close

Round the passionless repose

Of the silent dead.

Plod, plod, plod away,

Step by step in mouldering moss;

Thick branches bar the day

Over languid streams that cross

Softly, slowly, with a sound

In their aimless creeping

Like a smothered weeping,

Through the enchanted ground.

"Yield, yield, yield thy quest,"

Whispers through the woodland deep;

"Come to me and be at rest;

"I am slumber, I am sleep."

Then the weary feet would fail,

But the never-daunted will

Urges "Forward, forward still!

"Press along the trail!"

Breast, breast, breast the slope!

See, the path is growing steep.

Hark! a little song of hope

When the stream begins to leap.

Though the forest, far and wide,

Still shuts out the bending blue,

We shall finally win through,

Cross the long divide.

On, on, onward tramp!

Will the journey never end?

Over yonder lies the camp;

Welcome waits us there, my friend.

Can we reach it ere the night?

Upward, upward, never fear!

Look, the summit must be near;

See the line of light!

Red, red, red the shine

Of the splendour in the west,

Glowing through the ranks of pine,

Clear along the mountain-crest!

Long, long, long the trail

Out of sorrow's lonely vale;

But at last the traveller sees

Light between the trees!

http://www.poemhunter.com/henry-van-dyke/biography/

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Mon May 28, 2012 5:05 pm

Today in America.....Memorial Day;

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Tue May 29, 2012 3:36 pm

Just because it has rained all day here where I live.............

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Wed May 30, 2012 2:49 pm

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Thu May 31, 2012 2:03 pm

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Fri Jun 01, 2012 2:56 pm

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along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sun Jun 03, 2012 10:13 am

Tallest Tree lyrics

(Signs change but the buildings stay the same)

Signs change but the feelings stay the same

Hope, discontent, find someone else to blame

When you leave this town will stay the same

Spend summers waiting for the rain

Cut down the tallest tree in town

Build a wall and tear it out

Get down closer to the ground

It’s uphill all the way home

Don’t go

Spend summers waiting by the phone

(No!)

Stand out in the rain

To get the flow back in

Last night I dreamed about your face again

Old friend

Cut down the tallest tree in town

Build a bridge and then you tear it out

Get down closer to the ground

It’s uphill all the way home

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Wed Jun 06, 2012 1:17 pm

Just some FYI......

10 Oldest Trees in the World

Aren't they amazing?

Post by **LarsMac** » Wed Jun 06, 2012 4:34 pm

Thanks for all this, AFTR

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Thu Jun 07, 2012 3:52 pm

You're very welcome, LarsMac.

Now..just for fun.............

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Fri Jun 08, 2012 4:25 pm

On a Tree Fallen Across the Road

by Robert Frost

(To hear us talk)

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood

Throws down in front of us is not bar

Our passage to our journey's end for good,

But just to ask us who we think we are

Insisting always on our own way so.

She likes to halt us in our runner tracks,

And make us get down in a foot of snow

Debating what to do without an ax.

And yet she knows obstruction is in vain:

We will not be put off the final goal

We have it hidden in us to attain,

Not though we have to seize earth by the pole

And, tired of aimless circling in one place,

Steer straight off after something into space.

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along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sat Jun 09, 2012 4:21 am

I am watching this movie this morning:

The Education of Little Tree (1997) - IMDb

Despite the controversy over the writer of the story, the movie is indeed beautiful in presenting the mountains where Hubby and I go on vacation.

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sun Jun 10, 2012 8:38 am

Tree House Pictures - Amazing Treehouses - The Daily Green

Have you ever thought of living in one yourself?

Tree House poem by Shel Silverstein

A tree house, a free house,

A secret you and me house,

A high up in the leafy branches

Cozy as can be house

A street house, a neat house

Be sure to wipe your feet house

I not my kind of house at all-

Let's go live in a tree house.

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Wed Jun 13, 2012 5:11 pm

"If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"

Uh...........................................yep.

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sat Jun 16, 2012 2:01 pm

Hello...You all will have to excuse me for awhile. I just got another computer and I'm learning my way around it. It's so fast. I went from a Windows XP to Windows 7 system with tons of memory. The layout is a bit different from Windows XP. I stuck with the HP product. I'm really enjoying it. See ya later.

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Sun Jun 17, 2012 9:29 am

Walk a Little Slower Daddy

"Walk a Little slower, Daddy." said a little child so small.

I'm following in your footsteps and I don't want to fall.

Sometimes your steps are very fast, sometimes they're hard to see;

So walk a little slower Daddy, for you are leading me.

Someday when I'm all grown up, You're what I want to be.

Then I will have a little child who'll want to follow me.

And I would want to lead just right, and know that I was true;

So, walk a little slower, Daddy, for I must follow you!!

- Bobbie Norman

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Mon Jun 18, 2012 5:14 pm

:driving: Today...a quick trip to Quebec.

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Tue Jun 19, 2012 2:42 pm

:driving: Alaska

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:52 pm

Today we're going to travel through a Mexican town with grandpa:

:wah:

along-for-the-ride · Post by **along-for-the-ride** » Thu Jun 21, 2012 2:51 pm

Traveling Through The Dark

Traveling through the dark I found a deer

dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.

It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:

that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.

By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car

and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;

she had stiffened already, almost cold.

I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.

My fingers touching her side brought me the reason--

her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,

alive, still, never to be born.

Beside that mountain road I hesitated.

The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;

under the hood purred the steady engine.

I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;

around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.

I thought hard for us all--my only swerving--,

then pushed her over the edge into the river.

William Stafford