This morning, Remi and I visited what a friend of mine calls "the grandfather tree." It's big and beautiful, and I'm sorry to say that I don't even know what kind of tree it is. A poplar of some sort, I think. All I know for sure is that I love it, especially sitting and breathing with my back against its rough trunk. I've taken pictures as it has leafed out this year -- April 10, May 1, and today.
With the drought and the winds we've been having recently, I worry for our trees. Edmonton has lost several over the last weeks -- 130 km/hr winds are hard for anyone to withstand. I also feel for them... with the wildfire smoke we're experiencing, there's no way they can keep up with clearing the air. The air is polluted beyond their capacity, though they continue to do what they can.
And that's a lesson for all of us in these challenging times, I'd say. Be like the trees, and keep on keeping on. Do what we do best, and hope for the rest to work out somehow.
But I also know enough to acknowledge and appreciate beauty when I see it, and so I am sharing the grandfather tree with you. Come visit, and we'll walk there together.
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