Exposed and bare.

Plain and intricate.

Hopeful and desolate.

Beautiful and subtle.

A story hidden here.

When we planted this tree is was a twig. A stick. Chopped and snagged from its original home. Dunked into a bucket of water not long enough to sprout new roots. Thrown into a freshly dug hole. Watered, buried, watered, fed, watered.

Five years ago it was a simple small twig.

I can’t wait to continue to watch more of the amazing things this little twig can do.


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