As I drive past the many farm fields in our area there are a few sights that capture my attention. I love old barns, cupolas, pastures filled with animals grazing and a solitary tree.
The solitary tree means many things to me. It signifies a place of refuge from the hot sun. It denotes the passing of time just thinking about how long it took for it to grow to its present size. It means patience because some farmer for years has patiently planted and harvested his crops around that tree allowing it to grow. It also begs to be a gathering place for an old-fashioned picnic.
I imagine as I pass by those solitary trees young farmer’s wives bringing out some refreshments for those working the fields in days gone by when farming wasn’t so mechanized. I imagine an occasional afternoon nap under those trees before chores began again after lunch or perhaps the first kiss of sweethearts.
Trees are an investment in the future. They are not easy to plant, nurture and work around but they are worth it. It is heartbreaking to have to cut down diseased trees or clean up ones taken by storms. This past week we have removed two large trees both diseased in our yard with a couple more that still need to be removed. We need to plant more trees in the yard to replace those that have died.
I hope that we are as patient as the farmer and will nurture and mow around our trees so they may be enjoyed by those who come behind us. I want to be a good steward of what we have been blessed with so others may be blessed as well.