I just wanted to share this pic from a walk yesterday.
The sight of new blossoms springing from an old, severely-pruned (hacked?) tree near Macleans Reserve spoke to me.
Not in a melancholy way — although it was my second Father’s Day without one, which I felt — but in an encouraging way.
That gnarled old tree, moss-covered and chopped back so heavily (but with good roots) was doing its bit for Spring. Putting it out there. Great.
Now that I write this, it reminds of the line the BMX kid tells Frosty Man …
You’re never too old, bro.
You’re never too old.