So here I am posting back home again on "String."
Oh, phooey. Sometimes I just want to scream, stomp my feet and say, "I Quit!"
Okay, tantrum over; we'll see how long this lasts.
Those of you who are frequent readers know about my fascination with the live oaks in the area. This little cluster of trees is visible from our front window. The quality of the picture leaves a good bit to be desired, but I wanted to show you the trees anyway. The trees look as though they have endured great agony, yet prevailed, as they clung tenaciously to life itself. A cluster of such trees is called an oak motte. How many trees does it take to make a motte?
Not yet home in the physical world.