one of those random confessions

I hug trees. Literally.

Have for a long time. I blame it on Anne Shirley; if there needs to be blame. She was always hugging trees.

Anne, walking home from school through the Birch Path one November afternoon, felt convinced afresh that life was a very wonderful thing.[She] paused to throw her arm about a slim young birch and kiss its cream-white trunk. Diana, rounding a curve in the path, saw her and laughed.

"Anne Shirley, you're only pretending to be grown up. I believe when you're alone you're as much a little girl as you ever.

"Well, one can't get over the habit of being a little girl all at once," said Anne gaily. "You see, I was little for fourteen years and I've only been grown-uppish for scarcely three. I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the woods." [Anne of Avonlea, "Davy in Search of a Sensation". image by StudioG]

With such a personal heroine I was bound to hug trees. There's little chance now I'll outgrow the habit.

Gratitudes:

1. I am grateful for yoga classes.
2. I am grateful for my husband's kindness.
3. I am grateful for pain medication.
4. I am grateful for banana cream pie.
5. I am grateful for milk.