Lyons, Colorado, 2012. The Cupcakes’ Big Badass Colorado-Utah Road Trip.
You know, I do my best to prepare for the golden, violet, crimson, 12 story, oddly bright pink, handstand looking, bushy, huge, never-ending, kind, wise, SUN BURST YELLOW, Sistine Chapel hues, dormant-white, HUGE IN THEIR GIRTH, giver of all life, as far as the eye can see limbs and trunks and trees that I am like a noodle in love with—COMPLETELY MADLY HOPELESSLY IN AWE OF—and I gird heart and I armor my gut but NOTHING EVER FULLY PREPARES ME FOR THE GENTLE PRECIOUS MATERNAL LOVE the trees project and exude and give off with their special way of saying “You may have never ever had a mother who loved you as beautifully as you deserved but we are here and we are growing forever and we think you’re the most wonderfully fine specimen we ever saw this afternoon.”
I think trees are especially kind, don’t you?
Oh SMOOCH on SMOOCH on SMOOCH on You!