Trees of Transition

Planting seeds of hope throughout our world through sharing photography and thoughts on teaching, cooking, and life transitions.


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Jewish Proverb with a Side Order of Summer Flowers 🌺 

I came across a Jewish Proverb that says, “A mother understands what a child does not say.” Now that I’m a mother with a baby boy bouncing around inside of me (he woke me up this morning with his tap-dancing), I’m understanding this saying in a deeper way. I can sense a little of what my boy is feeling from his motions, kicks, and hickups; I’m excited to see his face and be able to read what is going on with him through his eyes and actions when he is outside the womb.

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Lily Pads and Water Lilies

Seeing these foot-wide lily pads made me want to be as light as a frog so that I could stand on them among the blooms! Today my family and I visited a botanical garden where we marveled at how God designed these magical water lilies.

Today I wished I could be a frog…what amphibian would you like to be? 🐸

Peace!

-Mary Hope

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Dyed Mum Explosion!


My boss gave me these mums in honor of teacher appreciation day! The color of these flowers made me remember what I learned in my floral design class that these used to be white mums and were dyed all these brilliant colors through having the flowers suck up dyed water.

These flowers have made my week brighter! Happy Thursday. 

-Mary Hope

Copyright 2017


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Lilac Heaven! Lilacia Park

If you don’t get a chance to come to Chicago land and see Lilacia Park yourself, when my husband and I visited it last Sunday, I shot some photos to share with you:

This park, filled with dozens of different types of lilacs, shouts, “Spring is HERE!!” I loved stopping and smelling the flowers. Lilacs remind me of both of the farms I grew up on because we had huge lilac bushes that we would pick blooms from each spring. I wanted to pick some of Lilacia Park’s flowers, but… Continue reading