Husbands come and go, but trees are forever

A natural fantasy

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That’s why I’ve asked my tree to marry me.

That’s why he or she said yes.

I’m ready to settle down — finally and so is he, or she.

Well, she or he has been ready to settle down, in fact has never not been settled unless you count the time in the nursery pot, but didn’t we all spend time in a nursery pot till we were brought home?

Anyway, I can’t say it was love at first or even second sight, cause she or he has been there in the yard my entire life, I just took her or him for granted.

Yes I swung on the tire, raked leaves, built a fort, climbed, but I was focused on the action, not the one who made it all possible. Nevertheless she or he did make it all possible.

Yes, husbands came and went in fast succession and all the while, he or she was there, rain or shine, watching me through the bedroom window, waiting patiently for me to notice. To come out and play like we used to do when we were kids.

And so finally, I woke up and smelled the sycamore, and came out and stood in the shade and looked up and smiled.

There he was.

Or there she was…in full fall foliage, decked out in splendor just for me. I pranced in a pile…