The family stood by the tree to capture family pictures, gathered for picnics under the tree and relaxed in the shade of the tree. The mother would grow pots of plants and herbs under the tree and squirrels would run up and down its trunk in search of food. Birds would build nests high in the tree. Life happened and the tree was there - always.
The children grew and moved away and the tree was still there. The children would marry and bring their husbands or wives and their own children to gather under the tree.
The tree would sing a tune as the wind rustled its branches. The branches would tap dance on the roof and against the windows. Even in the worst storms and the harshest winds, the tree stood tall.
In the summer, the tree would stand firm against the
Years followed years. The trunk of the tree grew broad and round. It was part of the family and it marked the many happy memories over the years.
It was time for the tree to rest. It was time for the tree to lay down its branches. It had served the family well.
It was strength and hope.
It was dreams and happiness. It was love.
This is a beautiful story of the life of your special tree. It is really more, a story of the history of your family and how time keeps moving on and on. Trees are special to me and are like friends so I felt real sadness, tears came to my eyes, when I read this part, "The family was sad the day the father left this world, but the tree was still there in the back yard just where he had planted it. One day the tree began to grow weak." Time passes. We can't get back the time that has flowed on past us. But this slice, captures so much of the love and memories that were intertwined with your special tree. I truly enjoyed this. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful story of family and home and what it means to us. I have two trees in my yard that started from those whirligigs that took root in my parents’ yard and I rescued and grew in a pot and then planted in my yard. My parents are both gone and the house was sold, but those trees have grown large in my yard.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful story of family and home and what it means to us. I have two trees in my yard that started from those whirligigs that took root in my parents’ yard and I rescued and grew in a pot and then planted in my yard. My parents are both gone and the house was sold, but those trees have grown large in my yard.
ReplyDeleteLove...this...post. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. There are so many memories in trees in our yards. They do mark time and milestones. Thank you for sharing.
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Love...this...post. Thank you.
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