I have this tree in my back yard. Here he is:He made the top ten reasons why I wanted to buy this house. In the summer, he gives beautiful shade over my deck while I read. In the Fall, he makes the air easier to breathe as I clean up his poopy mess of about eleventy billion leaves. My Dad insists it's time to cut him down, because he is likely to choose falling on my bedroom over standing upright in high winds. But I can't do it. He is simply too beautiful.
He is a legacy of someone who planted him more than 80 years ago (my neighbor's estimate). What legacy am I leaving?
“Listen, O Israel! The Lord is our God, the Lord alone. And you must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your strength. And you must commit yourselves wholeheartedly to these commands that I am giving you today. Repeat them again and again to your children. Talk about them when you are at home and when you are on the road, when you are going to bed and when you are getting up. Tie them to your hands and wear them on your forehead as reminders. Write them on the doorposts of your house and on your gates." Deuteronomy 6:4-9
P.S. This is my 100th post - which seems more than a tad nuts. I wrote in my first blog: "I am tempting to blog. I have usually avoided the commitment due to my pride of trying to be witty and eloquent. I have sacrificed those goals in order to capture some moments. Bear with me." Thank you for bearing.