Before I gave him his present, he said to me one time, "It is silly to plant small trees at our age. We haven't long here and we will never see the tree grown." I have a different view. I love to watch plants grow from a tiny seed. It is such a miracle. The same goes for trees.
I planted a maple tree on arbor day in 1944. Until it was hit by lightning....I went back to my old neighborhood... each year to see my tree.
He is so pleased with this tree now and really gives it tender loving care. We are going to watch this tree grow as long as we are here. We will enjoy it each fall, no matter what size it is. People who live here after us, will be glad that we planted that little maple... I think.
Balisha
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What a lovely tree!i
What a lovely thing to pass a long to future generations. Gorgeous color on that Maple.
Hi Balisha...
I can't explain why find this post calmly poignant... :)
The tree is indeed lovely. We don't experience such magnificent changes in colors in the leaves of trees here... of course since we don't have autumn... :)
Be well always...
Hi Coolwaterworks,
I'm pleased that it affected you that way. My thought everyday... is to try to be positive and to look forward.So many people of my age look backwards so much of their time, thinking they were the good old days. I enjoyed my past, but I feel that the good old days are right now.
Planting a small tree kind of gives you hope and something to look forward to each year at this time.
I wish that everyone could experience the beauty of our autumn.
Thanks for reading.
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