As we approach the Winter Solstice, Old Man Tree is stately, with stark bare limbs, ready for the cold season. As our daily share of sunlight fades, during the weekdays I most often see my tree in the dim light of sunrise or the darkness of twilight or beyond. These pictures were made just after sunrise.
I’ve yet to finish all of my Fall chores; there is some leaf collection to be completed and a few more tomato cages to gather up. The garden catalogs are pouring in and I’ve set them aside for the first snow storm of the season, when I will curl up under a blanket with a warm mug of tea and daydream of the flowers and blooms that will arrive in the Spring.
The garden that is and the garden that will be both grow under the watchful eye of the tall limbs of Old Man Tree. Though he’s not in the physical center of the yard, he is the spiritual center. As I drive home each day, I can see him tall above my house before home itself comes into view. When we look out the windows, he’s there. He’s solid and true, Mother Nature’s witness to our lives and the world around us.
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