I keep trying to capture the essence of a palm tree for my art series of #100favFloridathings, and I keep falling short. They never turn out as whimsical or funny or breathtaking as I want. I think
Dr. Seuss did a good job of it with his Truffulla trees.
Each day the trees clap in the breeze calling me outside to my balcony. They refuge squirrels and parrots and frame jets leaving for Europe or Africa suspended in the sky. They cast purple shadows on the beach sand and beckon us to tie up our hammocks. Rising out of a turmoil of shrubbery and tangled flowering trees, the palm appears like a bursting frozen firework, hovering above the traffic light....a celebration of the day.
They make me smile.
Each day the trees clap in the breeze calling me outside to my balcony. They refuge squirrels and parrots and frame jets leaving for Europe or Africa suspended in the sky. They cast purple shadows on the beach sand and beckon us to tie up our hammocks. Rising out of a turmoil of shrubbery and tangled flowering trees, the palm appears like a bursting frozen firework, hovering above the traffic light....a celebration of the day.
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