After the worst Ohio winter since the Blizzard of '78 I am so thankful to be enjoying spring break at Yosemite. It's beautiful here!
On a walk this morning my son told me that these trees are black oaks. In a crowd of trees they bend and twist between their taller, straight competitors, to find the light they need to grow. They let branches in the shadows die off that are pulling away energy they need to grow and live.
It's a perfect life metaphor from God's handiwork. I've been thinking a lot about that today. I need to be like the black oak.