Hello Tree

On my drive from one city to another in my little rural community, there is a spot of road that runs through a giant, ancient, lava flow. Just before I come to that spot of eerie terrain, I always look to the East to see if I can find it, my favorite tree. It’s about a mile away, towering over the myriad of trees scattered down by the winding river. It has watched over the little house perched beneath it for decades. Many more decades than I have been on this earth, I am certain.

It caught my eye one day, just over three years ago. I noticed it’s height first, and then it’s unusual shape: a compact ball atop a slim single trunk. So very different from the spreading limbs of all the others. Unique. Brave. Strong. Wise.

Something about it spoke to me. And so I say hello to this one-of-a-kind tree each time I drive by. And hope that I too can be those things.

Trying something new: oiling my rusty posting skills with Ann Dee Ellis’ 8-Minute-Memoir challenge.