This is my home.
I was married under that huge poplar. My husband planted the two fiery saw tooth oaks below it. I remember one year when I had gone out picking berries. I stayed out in the heat and blazing sun too long before marching back up that hill to go to the house. There stood my future husband, waiting for me under that huge poplar with a glass of tea.
Someday there will be a storm and it will be gone. It’s a magnet for lightning. Alone stretching from the top of the hill…surely one of the biggest around. I wonder if that will effect me. After all, it’s just a tree.
I am not. I like the produce. Look at this kale and these radishes, volunteering to be our fall garden. Look at all the crab grass that’s died down. It’s going to be a lot of work getting the gardens back in shape. It won’t all happen next year, but we’ll get there.
Could you create colors in such a way? Could you create an animal to find it beautiful?
And perfectly suits the way He made me.