Every year my Love and I wondered if this old tree in the front yard would need to be cut down.
The trunk is hollow
The bark is falling off
It is covered in moss
The dogs would sit in front of the hole in the bottom and wait for chipmunks to come out to play.
It has definitely seen better days.
For all intents and purposes, it should be dead.
But year after year
It sprouted leaves
Thumbed it’s proverbial nose at the humans who gave up on it.
This year it is the first tree in the yard
to show signs of buds
the first to herald the beginning of spring
the first to welcome new growth
– new life.
I think my Love is trying to tell me something.
I should listen to the lesson
from the old tree
and be open to the new everything.