There is a tree growing at the very edge of a pond right beside the highway a few miles outside of town. Maybe it is two trees, growing very closely together or one tree that somehow branched into two trunks. From the road, it's impossible to tell.
For years now, this tree has been leaning ever closer to the pond. Every time I have to travel that way, I make a point of checking in on the tree--are its lowest branches touching the water yet? Has it fallen in completely? How much longer can it hold on?
This tree speaks to me about the tenacity of life, about putting down strong roots in inhospitable and unlikely places, about holding on and hanging in there.
|This was taken near the end of last winter. The pond was frozen and snow-dusted.|