The View From A Farr
When I was young, I never gave a single thought about being a Redwood Tree or Giant Sequoia. I was happy being a run-of-the-mill shrub. I didn’t even have illusions of being a Honeysuckle or Hydrangea. The life of a down-to-earth shrub was good enough for me.
All my friends were shrubs. Some taller than others, some wider. We played out in the backyard together. We counted butterflies and hummingbi…