Weeping Tree

One of the joys of living in the mid-Atlantic states is the beautiful blossoming trees in springtime. Over 20 years ago I bought a weeping cherry tree for Mrs Rootchopper for Mother’s Day. Each spring it would bloom in a riot of pink blossoms for a couple of weeks. Each fall, on the first day of school, we’d line our kids up in their new school clothing for a photo.

The kids are now young adults. As impossible as it seems to me, one is in Australlia, the other in Thailand. When I was their age, I had been on an airplane once for a hop from Albany to Boston. Between them they’ve been to Thailand, Australia, England, Canada, Italy, France, Spain, Vatican City, Monaco, Greece, Mexico, and Turkey. I ima19901983000_64ebf1251b_zgine there are more places still to come.

As they have thrived, the tree has slowly begun to fade. Each year we lop off another big branch or three. We woke up today to kind nearly one-third of the remaining branches dead. Soon we’ll take it down. An ironic symbol of the passage of years. We planted another across the yard. Perhaps when we sell this place and move on, the next family will take first-day-of-school pictures in front of it.

Life goes on, even when a tree does not.

One thought on “Weeping Tree

  1. When I was a small child my sister found a tree seedling growing and planted it in our yard. It grew and it was a fun part of our childhood to see the tree get taller from year to year. My family no longer lives in the same house but the tree is visible from the road and when I pass the old house and see the tree shading the backyard, proud and strong, it makes me feel very, very old.

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