As I sat this morning, a large tree crashed to the ground out in Pine Grove. Pine Grove is one of my favorite spots on the land. There are many large Bull Pines out there, and the forest floor is soft and brown from the years of falling needles.
I wondered which one had come down, as I knew I would notice the change. It got me thinking about how the time we have to enjoy what is is always limited.
Today, I am cherishing the moments I am in, while avoiding the temptation to try to hang onto them. Pine Grove is no longer what it was, but what it has become is also worth treasuring.