The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.
Trees are the historians of our planet. Two decades ago, I planted a tree that has borne witness to much of my life – all the parties, fun, family, laughter and tears. It’s been part of it all.
This week we learned some very sad news. Tears have flowed. Hearts are aching.
Today is foggy and cold. Frost has been painted on the trees and foliage like tears have been painted on our hearts. This tree, my tree, stands cold and icy as it once again witnesses another chapter in the journey of my life.
Someday, when I am long forgotten, someone else will sit in the shade of this tree, perhaps taking pictures of it and enjoying its beauty as I have …and all my tears will be forgotten.