Inn of the Drift

for me this stirred images of schooners and war ships of yesteryear cutting through the sea fog and mist ... their power derived by forces of nature and men in concert ... Their hulls and mastheads carved from heated timber for molding ...

A few other thoughts creep in - but the forementioned is most dominant

You've got an excellent imagination.  I loved hearing that. Thank you.

My mind fits this with maternal instincts and a deep belief that wood is still partly alive after separation from it's tree. As always love your wit dear.

I love the bit about the trees.  If you've not heard it yet, "The Voice of the Trees by Bartholomaus", its on YouTube. You can find more on how he did it elsewhere, but the music is hauntingly beautiful.   Thank you so much for the comment. One of my favorite things in Life is the Trees.  

woodn't ye know it........bravo, molti bravo

My mind's a circus.  thank you. :)

it's got a distinct ring to it :)

A concentric tree ring circle.  :)