Allow me to introduce you to our trees…
This Twin Tree shades our deck, provides a home for our songbirds, and reminds me of the way that The Man Of Few Words and I live — side by side, independently together, separate-but-one. There’s a lot of love in that tree.
The Gnarled Roots Tree clings to the corner of our yard — a contrast in vulnerability and strength. Exposing your roots takes courage. There’s a lot of trust in that tree.
Near the bluff is the Enduring Tree. Branded by the elements from a lifetime of living on the edge, it bares its soul and proclaims, “I’m still here.” It also has the best view on the lake. There’s a lot of me in that tree.
Then there’s our Driftwood Tree. (On this particular day, it hosted a standoff between “Old Boy” and the buzzards.) Once a stalwart sentinel on dry ground, it now stands in 30 feet of water, thanks to the Lake Eufaula Dam and “progress.” But it still stands. There’s a lot of faith in that tree.
On the way back to our house, I admire the Bent Tree. It looks like it leaned into life and refused to give up. There’s a lesson in that, and a lot of hope in that tree.
I mustn’t forget the Lightning Tree. Struck down in its prime before we moved here, it’s a marvelous contrast to the shoreline and the occasional incredible cloud. In spite of it’s shattered visage, there’s a lot of beauty left in that tree.
Finally, there’s the Sunset Tree… trees, actually.
They’re natural-born story tellers and they graciously invite you to share your own…
I hope you do.
Enjoying trees and thanking the Creator for their beauty,