For thirty-three years I have looked out my kitchen window and admired an old, towering sugar maple in the church yard.
And then this happened during a wind storm. I heard the creaking and cracking and went outside just in time to see her go over. ~
She has laid her weary arms down and the men with saws have chopped her up and taken her away. I mourn that beautiful tree.
I will never see her out my kitchen window again.
All is not lost, though. Many years ago I said I would love to have a picture of that tree in every season. Life was busy with work and children, I didn't have a decent camera and I never took the pictures.
For a full year, whenever I was away from home, my dad came and took a shot of the tree from just outside my kitchen window. ~
He never said a word about it until he had all four photos for me. It meant a great deal to know he was paying attention to even the little things that mattered to me and would put the effort into seeing it was done. ~
My dad is gone and the tree is gone, but the pictures will serve as a reminder of all that was lovely in my life.
I hope I pay as careful attention when people are talking to me as my dad did twenty years ago.