I just woke up from a dream . . .
and since listening to other people’s dreams is a conversation of thrill and delight, I’ll humor you.
A new neighbor moved in next door . . . an older, professional lady.
The first thing she did when she moved in was cut down my tree.
And then there was a lot of yelling.
I woke up wondering if I don’t have some deep secret anger issues.
But I also thought (as I was listing them to my crazy neighbor at the top of my lungs, in hysteria)
that my tree is good for lots of things.
Let’s list a few.
My tree is good for laying in her shade and reading books on a lazy afternoon.
And she is good for swinging when one has an inkling.
She’s a good sport when it comes to neighborhood pranks.
And she is wonderful at obliging when you need a place to hang art projects.
And if we ever wanted to, I think she’d be willing to hang our fish.
And her canopy provides an enchanting place for gathering with people you love.
And in the spring she provides a place to look and see proof of coming summer.
And in autumn she provides leaves to jump and play in.
And in the winter she gathers snow on her limbs to give life an enchanted feel.
And in summer her leaves whisper and sing with the sound of the wind rushing through.
And she gives me a beautiful and obliging photo subject in the most trying conditions.
And she is our tree.
And if a crazy lady ever cut her down, I tell you what . . .
**Side note – We had our first visit to the ER this morning as Everett had what is called a “hair tournequett” – freaked Wyatt out. Freaked me out when the insta-care doctor we went to first said to take him to Primary Children’s ER.
But all is well. Another adventure down.