This post is for #TreeTuesday initiated by @old-guy-photos!! Let's see some trees today! Don't forget to drop your link here in his comment section! Thank you in advance!

I am moved, by the scene before me, stirring that place in my heart. There are no words for the sight and sound, the rhythm of horses hooves, the lump in my throat and the weight on my chest, but I watch the orange leaves glisten in the morning sun, as I watch the fallen join the fallen. Because it is too hard to do anything at this moment, except to wait for the breeze to blow it all away.

Arlington National Cemetery was, initially, a big middle finger to Robert E. Lee

Arlington National Cemetery is built on the house grounds of Arlington House, a 19th-century mansion owned by Civil War general Robert E. Lee’s wife, Mary Anna. General Lee loved this home and served as a custodian of the property. But after Virginia seceded from the union, the property was overrun by federal troops. When Mary Anna couldn’t pay a $92.70 property tax in person, the federal government snatched it, selling it to a tax commissioner for government use. To make the house completely uninhabitable in case the Lee family ever returned, Brig. Gen. Montgomery C. Meigs turned the property into a military cemetery for Union soldiers and a community for freed slaves. The Lee family never returned to their beloved home but 18 years later, their oldest son Custis sued for the property and the Supreme Court handed it back to him stating it had been taken without due process. The federal government eventually bought the land back from Custis in 1883 for $150,000.

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This photo and all others in Arlington Cemetery are for #cemeteryphotos by @melinda010100

Life is so Fleeting.

To stand in any National Cemetery always and forever takes my breath away. The amazing number of souls who have served our country is absolutely staggering.

Gather your feelings
Hide them in the clouds
Until the weight of time
Has blown them away
Forever
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Somewhere along the line of life, setting suns, snowfalls and singing in the rain took on a new meaning to me. There have always been birds, filling the air with song, except now – I can hear the words. Oh, yes, I can. Yes, I can. Oh, yes, I really can… I listen carefully, ever so, just in case the angel starts singing along.

A piece of my day today.... it was gorgeous, albeit, a tad brisk. Sort of like an iced tea on a winter day.... Brisk and not as refreshing as one would believe.. Now, it is raining on me... Hey, Mother Nature... let's not get carried away.

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(¸.·´ (¸.· Life is but a dream

Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world - Hawthorne

They want to be picked. They yearn to be loved. Shouldn't we all want to be? There must be a flower. Always a flower.

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¸.♥´¸.•♥¨) Let the sun shine in on your life
So the joy may touch your soul
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