This is a view of a dead tree. The bark is gone, revealing the beauty of the wood.
It has been a long time since I posted last.
The yard sale is over and I am disposing of what remains. It is a lot of work!
I have learned:
Junk to me is treasure to someone else.
Treasure to me is junk to others.
Most importantly, no matter what my treasure is, when I am gone, it is still here.
If I have not provided for its disposal, my heirs will have to.
I hope to leave many treasures, especially memories,
and few pieces of junk.
