I have been on a calm quest this month. As I sit under my favorite tea olive shade tree (whom I have affectionately begun to call Olive) there is everything I consider to be pleasant. Peaceful calming naturesounds are only occasionally disturbed by some wheeled manmade contraption riding by. The gentlest of cool breezes to enrich what is already an extremely delightful atmosphere with Olive. Birds singing and winging, bees abuzzin'. It must be a similar experience that led Joyce Kilmer to pen his fondly acclaimed poem.
Two views... looking out from sitting under Olive and then facing Olive:
