I blame the extreme stresses placed on a single mother of a teen in today's crazy world.
I talk to the trees as well.
I take their photographs and fall in love with their beautiful disappearing selves.
I will never blame!While I may not speak to clouds,I dream for a ride.An elephant and a goat flew bywhile on my back looking to the skyAnd then a dragon followed themchasing a damsel with a sagging hemI did a mind grab to tag alongside!Oh, if only I could have a ride.
. . . blame him for what? Being odd? He's singing to the choir, here. Readers and writers of nature blogs are right in there with him :-), offering more credit than blame. Nothing like a good chat with a cloud to clear things right up.