Out in the yard today trying to get caught up with the weeding seems to be non-stop, Walter our lively Irish Setter (see above) insists on being by my side at all times.  He has an on switch and and off switch, either running around telling the world what is what (he likes to bark at passing cars and trucks) or lays down on the floor completely exhaust. There is no middle ground with him.

My mother long ago explained when I was younger, growing up in Philadelpia, that many of the streets were named after trees. Locust, Walnut, Chestnut are a few tree names that spring to mind which I can quickly identify with as locations in the city of my birth. From a root chakra standpoint this awareness is a critical connection to my finding balance in Vriksasana. A pose that is polar opposite to the previous post about Triangle, Tree pose is a never ending sense of pure play.