Wherever I have lived, I usually found a “favorite” tree. My all-time favorite was destroyed during the ice storm in February 2014… the big one.
At our current home, there is a Maple tree at the end of the driveway, which keeps our mailbox in the shade.
Fall whittled away at the bright, red leaves and this past weekend’s storm finished it off. Below are pictures that were taken over the last few weeks.
The cycles of life and death, new and old, bright and dreary, full and bare.
This morning a blogging friend and neighbor in real life, came by to drop off one of her 2020 inspirational calendars. We have known each other for almost a decade now because of our respective work in the community and standing in my driveway, in the scraggy shadow of the bare Maple tree, we spent five minutes catching up on our transitions. We have each been recently blessed with our first grandchild and we both blog about the two, baby girls regularly.
They are “everything and more.”
Both of us were involved with entities that we no longer recognize. Like the tree in June and then January, we question the changes and ponder the impact on those who once benefitted from our efforts.
Life doesn’t always go according to our plans. I for one, hope that God has something new planned for me, just like the bare, Maple tree that will bloom again in Spring.
Summer wanes and the green begins to morph into red
Big Red and Mackenzie, sniffing their kingdom.
The shedding commences
Last Friday, before the rain and wind.
Taken this morning. Until next year, we wait and we hope.