"A tree that looks at God all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pray; a tree that may in Summer wear a nest of robins in her hair, upon whose bosom snow has lain, who intimately lives with rain." -Trees, by Joyce Kilmer
We live in a newer neighborhood with few fences. I like that the landscape is void of the visual clutter fences can create. However, I do secretly long for a lovely white picket fence with a precious little garden gate.