Who knew our daughter would miss
her childhood memories of climbing
that birch tree? Neighborhood friends
used to join in collecting the caterpillars
from the tree. It was not a particularly
tall nor difficult one to climb.
There were comfortable limbs to rest
against as one carried on quiet
conversations with friends. As she
became a teen driver, it was not
so funny to have all those “things”
from the tree fall on the car.
Oh, how our children laughed about
bird droppings I cleaned off the car,
all the while complaining. It wasn’t
so funny when it happened to them.
The birds have new places to perch
in the young trees we have planted.
And my husband remarked he would
have to find a new spot to read
outdoors. Gone was his shade from
the birch tree. Life moves on.
We have tried to be good stewards
of our property. It is an ongoing pursuit.