This is my tree. Well, mine and God's. And well, okay, it's everyone's tree but I get to make the decisions on it. I love this tree. I have climbed it, pruned it, decorated it with ghosts and Christmas lights, swung many children on the tire swing on it, posed with it, photographed endless smiles under it, saved my daughter from a certain concussion or broken arm under it, hugged it and fought for it when people have wanted it to go away. I have watched storms blow through it and I have watched it "snow" blossoms across my yard. I have hid in it, prayed under it, meditated and danced beneath it. I have enjoyed the sound of bird's flocking around it and spent many an hour watching them build nests and push their young out for the first flight from it. I love this tree. Every time we talk about moving (every spring for 22 years) the first thought is always "how will I take my tree with me?" After years and years of trying to propagate it to no avail.......Guess what?
It did it itself!!!! I have a small weeping cherry growing on the side of my house! Does this mean I can move now?
It's a beautiful tree. Sways in the wind like it's dancing. Mmmmmm.
1 comment:
No. You are not allowed to move. I need all my friends to stay near me.
I love your tree too.
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