Farewell, Rosey Tree


Thinking about what to say is almost never the answer, any more than re-thinking what you have already said seems to help anything.  All I can promise is that if the Rosey Tree and I are still neighbors next spring, I will visit her.  I will ask her the same questions as always:

Who brought you here?
Why are you alone?
Can you please hold still, just for a second?
Can you show me how to live with some fraction of the beauty in myself?

And then, I went to the orchard.


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