Tuesday, February 28, 2012

under the old oak tree

To me, there is nothing as beautiful as an old tree. When we made a trip out to Santa Clarita last weekend to meet up with Pete’s family for lunch, I knew I had to check out the native oak trees, which speckle the valleys and canyons and even the shopping centers in abundance. The road to a few of the oldest trees was marked with a “No Trespassing” sign, but I’m afraid I could not abide. Is it really such a crime to sit beneath an old oak tree as the wind runs through my hair and rustles my dress? What I love about oak trees is that each one is completely unique. The one featured in these photos was king of the hill, a loner, with arms both grazing the Earth and stretching up to the sky.

The wildflower dress, a perfect dress to welcome Spring, will be for sale in the shop come this weekend.

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
~Kahlil Gibran


  1. Beautiful photos, places like these should be accessible! The dress and hat are such a gorgeous pairing x

  2. Heavenly,how indeed could you resist?!
    LOVE that frock,and these pix are stunning!X

  3. the photos are great as usual, but i really love that quote. IT'S TOTALLY GOING IN MY DIARY!!!!!

  4. you're the fairest of 'em all

  5. I love this dress, and the tree!


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