Wednesday Squares

On quest of beauty I rode far

with dreams for a guide and a falling star

a leaping stag, a golden bee

I found you under a wishing tree.

Happy Wednesday. My wanderings this past week made me think of the above poem.  I’m not sure where I learned it, but it stuck with me as a teenager.  This past week I wandered into Pinawa, Manitoba where I found this lovely path below.  And Below that, is a picture of a friend’s beehive.  The bees in the photo are dead, but in winter that is a sign of life in a hive–such an interesting paradox.

Now every forest has its wishing tree

and every rose her golden bee.

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