My new trees wear skirts of ivy.
I don't know them yet, but I will.
Today I sat on my new porch and
I can't say I studied them, because my mind
was too still.
Too spent.
I just leaned back on the step and received.
I named them for us - for our kids - for our life.
I remembered my first trees named for the women
who guided me. Jes, Stacey, Hendrix and Pat by proxy.
I remembered the day I led Walker to one and told him
he had to see the crazy weird eggs I'd found in the hollow of one.
It took him a minute to realize they were chewy mini Sweetarts
I'd planted earlier that morning.
I'm still proud of that prank.
I wonder what these new ones will hold.
Today I sat on my new porch and
I can't say I studied them, because my mind
was too still.
Too spent.
I just leaned back on the step and received.
I named them for us - for our kids - for our life.
I remembered my first trees named for the women
who guided me. Jes, Stacey, Hendrix and Pat by proxy.
I remembered the day I led Walker to one and told him
he had to see the crazy weird eggs I'd found in the hollow of one.
It took him a minute to realize they were chewy mini Sweetarts
I'd planted earlier that morning.
I'm still proud of that prank.
I wonder what these new ones will hold.