Everywhere you go in Carmel there are these phenomenal Cypress trees overlooking all that is going on. I think of them as the security guards of the Northern California coastline. The way they reach their arms out to survey the property and people nearest them, making sure everyone is all right. Making sure that all that is right includes everything.
I have small, unobtrusive conversations with them every time I come near them. Not an over-the-top How Ya Doin? type thing but more like a respectful and lovely How Do, Sir and Madam—it’s nice to see you on this fine day. And they never fail to answer back with that effervescent glow that seems to surround them, along with a festive curtsy or two.
Yours In Gorgeous,
Tammy the Tree Dialoger