It’s sometimes hard to piece together a puzzle, especially one where most of the pieces are missing.
I sigh at the sight of these ruins, but then on the flip side, I would not know the world as I do if what was once torn down was allowed to remain. For one thing to diminish, another will surely gain.
Dragonflies dance in the sunlight which once knew shade. Their playground a glorious expanse of pasture beside a meandering river. The scene is staged and the English Oak plays the lead, taking on these tumbling walls and winning another home run for nature.
Happily tracing time, as in the end some things change while many stay just the same.