More Valley Beauty

 While I was in Washington, I went to my sister-in-laws farm stand.  She and a friend bake shortcake (they are scrumptious and sweet and look like scones) and sell berries all summer long. It's a darling little oasis.

 I tasted a little pie, too.  Heavenly!

 They make fresh strawberry milkshakes.  Slurp!

 The stand is surrounded by fields of corn.  The valley hosts such bounty.  I love my homeland.

 Then we went to my other brother's lake rental.  He's going to sell it, so it was empty.  We liked poking around.  

 Do you have a lake nearby?  We have reservoirs, not lakes (sad for this Washington lady).  Even so, I should call a friend and acquaint myself with the closest body of water.  There are trails and many nature views.  Back to the lake . . . 

Here's a nice old tree near the lake shore.  
Does it remind you of Joyce Kilmer's poem?  I'll leave you with it, good poem-lover.  Bye!

Trees

BY JOYCE KILMER

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

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.

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.