Porque es áspera y fea,
porque todas sus ramas son grises
yo le tengo piedad a la higuera.
En mi quinta hay cien árboles bellos,
ciruelos redondos,
limoneros rectos
y naranjos de brotes lustrosos.
En las primaveras
todos ellos se cubren de flores
en torno a la higuera.
Y la pobre parece tan triste
con sus gajos torcidos, que nunca
de apretados capullos se viste...
Por eso,
cada vez que yo paso a su lado
digo, procurando
hacer dulce y alegre mi acento:
"Es la higuera el mas bello
de los árboles todos del huerto".
Si ella escucha,
si comprende el idioma en que hablo,
¡Que dulzura tan honda hará nido
en su alma sensible de árbol!
Y tal vez, a la noche,
cuando el viento abanique su copa,
embriagada de gozo le cuente:
"Hoy a mí me dijeron hermosa".
This magnolia tree barely survived a freeze we suffered a few years ago. Slowly it has looked healthier. But every day that I see it, I think of the poem written by Ibarbourou about the fig tree in her garden; I say aloud to my magnolia that it is the most beautiful tree in my garden.
When this dog has this look, I wonder what in doggy world runs through his mind. I took this photo when he just came down from the window. There seemed a lot of squirrel activity outside. Squirrel, anyone?
The wind moved the branches above the rose bush. As the branches swayed, the lighting from the setting sun differed in shade and intensity. I took several photos -- hastily -- in an attempt to capture every possibility given to me by the changing conditions.
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