GrowingPosted: December 2, 2011
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.