Every morning, I gaze up at this tree. It’s along the path from my front door to my car. This tree has been a picture of winter. Bare branches, brown outlines, white trunk stark against the sky.
The scenery changed recently. My tree is sprouting spring! Green is popping out to relieve the hazy shades of white.
And isn’t that much like life. The old, the new, woven together. The crumpled, the sad, the hopeful, the starting again. Good-byes and hellos, memories to treasure, and memories to make today. All jumbled together.
Seasons change with the scenery
Weaving time in a tapestry.
Won’t you stop and remember me.
My family is in the middle of one of those jumbled, joyful times, with my daughter getting married in a week. We’ll welcome our new son-in-law, and the happy couple will then move several states away. A new season will begin for all of us. It seemed a good time to capture some of the best memories and put them in a jar for Meg. She can pull out these written bits of our lives together and smile and laugh. She can carry her past into her future, and find joy in all the seasons of her life.
Linking up with a song-inspired party, Song-ography, where the theme this week is “Hazy Shade of Winter.”