We chose the spot
We dug the hole
We laid the maples in the ground
To have and hold
As autumn falls
To winters sleep
We pray that somehow in the spring
The roots grow deep
And many years from now
Long after we are gone
These trees will spread their branches out
And bless the dawnā¦
[Lyrics by Andrew Peterson]
This is the story of parenting, symbolically played out this spring in our front yard as we planted my fledgling maple tree, raised in hope, from a stray seedā¦
Take a moment to enjoy Andrew Petersonās sentimental reflection in āPlanting Treesā.Ā Have a tissue handy.
Blessings on you in your tree plantingā¦
–LS