Just a Tree

I’m thinking about this weeping willow tree this morning. It lives in a park on the other side of the city—my favourite park in the area, one fat with memories and history.

Over the course of forty years, I’ve walked in it and wept in it, ridden a bike along its paths, cheered at my son’s baseball games, played golf, taken photographs, and done countless other things within its boundaries.

I wondered how long trees like this grand old one can live so I looked it up. The average lifespan is fifty years. She’s in the winter of her life. The thought makes me want to stop by more often.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things and the thin places where faith intersects.
  1. I do love those trees! And love visiting Niagara just to see the Weeping Willows. I thought they would live longer than 50 years, but we often can think something is going to be around longer. Yes, so important to live in the present.

  2. I love willow trees! We have on in our backyard that was cut back about 20 years ago, but you’d never know that now. I’ll have to look for that tree the next time I walk through that park!

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