Our house was built in 2007 and has landscaping to match. There were no trees when we moved in, no plants or even grass to take root. It was as new as we were, and as our lives have been dug up, turned over, moved, and replanted, so has our landscape. First it was small shrubs, then flowers, then trees. Finally, trees. My heart craved something with deep roots that would grow as we grew and weather the storms. If budgets had allowed, we would have purchased huge, mature oaks, sturdy and strong.
Instead, we started with what we could. Small trees with big intentions. Promises on hang tags of beautiful fall colors, quick growth, and impressive stature. Standing amid the other trees at the nursery they seemed to tower. Planted in our yard, alone in a large open space, they seemed dwarfed by fields and sky.
As our family has grown, so have those trees. They’ve been here as long as we have. They’ve seen winters and springs. Birth and struggle. These trees of ours? They have yet to reach their promised “impressive” height. But they stand firm, reminding me every day that – although I might not see the growth or the depth of the roots – there is life yet to be lived, heights yet to be reached. And though this season is one of falling leaves and barren branches, new life – and new growth – are just a few seasons away.
I’m linking up with Lisa-Jo Baker for Five Minute Friday today. If you’re visiting from her site – welcome! If you’re a “regular,” I’d love for you to pop over to Lisa-Jo’s page and visit some of my friends. They write good, brave words over there in 5(ish) minutes each week 😉