Ageless, she stands majestic and unyielding. She has probably offered cool shadow and a moment of respite to weary laborers who built these walls a few hundred years ago.
A closer look reveals the true extent of her sheltering nature. Did you see it? No? Well here you go, an even closer look.
Cosseting and pampering the sacred fig in her arms
I wonder what would happen if the baby Ficus is allowed to grow to it’s full potential?
For Becca’s Sunday Trees – 268