Snapped a shot of this Florida live oak, if this tree could tell it’s story
Story Contest? Okay, I’ll play.
Every year our family grew and every year they asked me why I didn’t want to grow big and strong like everyone else in the family. They teased and taunted me. They shamed and shunned me. Then one day, men came. Men with axes and saws.
See that building back there? That’s my uncle Murray. Ha! “SAY HI UNCLE MURRAY!” He still won’t talk to me.
Oh my aching back! I’ll never do that again.
I should have listened, evacuated from yet another hurricane.