A ditch of dirty water .. . and some scruffy raspberry canes . . ..
A mass of branches in desparate need of pruning. . .
An old treefort that has long since ceased being the source of boys private hideout . . .
generally speaking not attractive, until God sweeps across it all with his paint brush.
I like to think that even though I am at times completely unpretty from within. . .
God can make all things beautiful.
Have a wonderful day my friends . . .