Cynthia shared this story of her friend Jenni. Jenni is a woman I wish I had met.
One fine spring day, my husband and I drove by the old farmhouse his family once owned. We were so amazed by what we saw that he stopped the car. The two “small” weeping willows he planted decades ago at the front of the property were now sprawling giants.
At the top of the driveway, to the left, towered a beautiful light blue pine, almost as tall as the house. It glistened in the sunshine, its colour even more breathtaking now than when we first planted it.
Subsequent owners had preserved these trees, but removed many others that we’d planted.
It made me think of legacy. What we leave behind. What others deem worthy, and what they don’t.
There are the usual possessions, of course. The dwelling, the furniture, the coin collection, the lovely dishes.
Things we acquire. And even the trees we plant.
But the older one gets, the…
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