Grover

I was in Auburn again today – beautiful autumn weather and a good time with dad once more. I have been thinking for some time of doing a post on a stand of trees that was a regular meeting point for our family and our cousins when I was a kid and we were car-pooling somewhere. They would come in from the farm, and we would drive out from our place in the little town to “meet at the grove of trees”, which to me sounded like “The Grover Trees”, and I would always imagine this as someone after whom the trees were named, or perhaps a dog (a la Rover). Anyway, the quirks of nomenclature notwithstanding, the trees are lovely. For all the many times I have been past them, and stopped near them to meet the rellies, I had never walked in among the trees till today. It is private property and there is a fence, but it had come down in a spot, so I walked through. It was late afternoon, and the light was lovely – long shadows and the particular glow that comes at that time of day. Here are some pics.

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4 Responses to Grover

  1. nickypage says:

    I reckon it was Grover who planted those trees for someone else to enjoy!

  2. Pam says:

    Love love love this one love trees there is samthing healing about them I wish thay could all talk I would sit and listen for ever amazing

    • Hi Pam,
      It’s always lovely to hear from you my dear. And no surprise that you like the post about the trees. I think your ghost gum post is still the most looked at post that’s ever been on here.
      xxx
      Elizabeth

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