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Monday, April 13, 2009

New Life


I look out of the kitchen window this morning and see it.

The tree has blossomed.

The tree that he moved and replanted.

He stood there three years ago, holding the whole tree with one outstretched arm, and asked if I could look up what he needed to do, in our Garden Encyclopaedia.

I ran around frantically looking. Can’t find it. It’s moved.

I can’t find it, hang on, I’m dialling Julie-Ann RIGHT NOW. She’ll know.

He smiles patiently.

I listen and repeat the advice.

He makes it so.

And today it blooms.

Another thing that he nurtured, gave a strong foundation to, looked after, and sought to understand.

It’s still alive … and every year I will smile when I remember.

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