Yesterday, Theophilus and I went out to church at Laughing Creek, where I'm the pianist for the summer. The ride out wasn't that spectacular, as I was probably too tired to enjoy it much.
But when we were heading back to Naptowne, the sun was out, and the road is very much like any country road: trees overhanging and then opening up to views of the mountians and such.
The sun shone on the newly green leaves, and I wished that I'd taken a picture. One could just imagine that the trees were dancing with each other. I told Theophilus that I thought they might be dryads. Being Theophilus, he just smiled. He's not exactly the imaginative type, but he's grown used to my oddness.
I do love Sunday drives, but the best are when I see dryads in our trees. Oh, and they were birch and aspen.
Birches are one of the most lovely tree species in existence. Alongside willows, of course. Good for you on glimpsing the dryads.
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