Thursday, May 12
Up in NH, visiting good friends.
Went out for breakfast with Kelly & Beth.
Coming home, saw Chelidon in the driveway with his camera.
A tree had fallen down while we were gone, big maple.
It crushed their wooden moose statue.
Made me cry, poor tree, I hugged it and sobbed.
Georgia told me before I left, I'd be given something by a tree up here.
Took a branch, said thank you.
It will go home with me.
Did the tree have to die just to give me the branch?
Chel will use the tree for firewood come winter.
It won't go to waste.
He will plant a new one in its place.
Has a tree somewhere inside me collapsed?
If I burn the wood, will it warm my soul?
Everything changes ...