My sweetie loves the guys at the tree service, and is always thinking of one more job for them. He is especially enthralled with Bob, the monkey who climbs to the tops of trees with his chainsaw in hand and starts limbing a tree from the top.
Bob not only carries his chainsaw, he also carries a camera, so we received this photo of our back sidewalk and terrace.
That's my sweetie, Bill, with his arm around Dan, in the orange hard hat, who owns the tree service. The blue mist on the terrace are the outdoor chairs and the purple mist is the outdoor table.
The treetop view, the long view, the big picture, a bird's-eye view--these are all names for equanimity.
When i'm down on my hands and knees in the dirt by the gazing globe, all i notice are the weeds.
Bob, the treetop climber, can see the beauty of the big picture.
The beauty of the big picture that is our life.
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