In an ordinary corner of an ordinary parking lot sits a tree. It's not a huge tree, or an exotic tree. But it's there to greet me every morning when I get to work, and to wish me well on my way home in the evening. If you follow me on Instagram you've been watching my tree with me over the past few weeks.
Remember the bright, vibrant, fiery red?
The red that glowed with the light of the sun...
...and glistened when wet on those rainy...
I've watched the full branches slowly loose their leaves...
...until all but a very few have fallen.
It's only been two weeks since I took that first shot of this tree ~ full and on fire! Now it's time for rest. The snows and ice will be here before we know it...and, though I won't be able to see it, growth and rejuvenation will be taking place right here. Inside the tree, in that ordinary corner of the ordinary parking lot, nature will be working her miracles.
My hope today is that I won't ignore the bare, winter-time tree. But that I'll remember. When the branches are dark and empty, stark and brittle against a gray winter sky, I hope I'll see beyond all that and remember... Remember the buds of spring, and the greens of summer and the crimson that is fall. And know that change ~ powerful change ~ is happening. Whether it looks like it or not.
"It's not what you look at that matters,
it's what you see."
Henry David Thoreau
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