- The Beatles
I walk the 1.25 mile to work as often as I can, both to fit some exercise into my day and to support the environment. Some days, I’m feeling more spritely than others.
On the days I am feeling a little punkish (as my grandmother would say), I take special joy in one particular tree I pass by on my journey. It’s a kind of spindly looking squat thing which branches kind of splay out in all directions. For several years now, one of these branches has been supported by a long piece of wood that is hooked under it like a crutch.
When I pass this tree, I smile. To begin with, I picture the owner of the yard loving this tree enough that they are willing to care for it in this way and give it the prosthetic assistance that it needs to help it survive. In addition, I think about the tenacity of life. This little tree just ain’t giving up – like Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree.
A few months ago, as I approached my bark-covered friend, I noticed that something had changed. Perhaps things had – shall we say – deteriorated a bit. But incredibly, the loving support remained.
With it’s owner’s care, perhaps it will still bloom in the spring.