. . . continuing from our previous community entry, “The Little Tree”, by Bea A. Rescuer.
I need to tell you more about my early days.
I must tell you, the first winter without my leaves made me feel smaller than ever . . . and I felt pretty bare! It is a good thing that I am bendable, for the winter winds are harsh. I found myself wishing for the sheltered little nook I had been accustomed to before I was a potted wee sapling. It was so warm and cozy there.
Like always though, I am jumping ahead of myself. We youngsters do tend to get excited about what is ahead of us, what is in store for us, so I will start at the beginning of that early summer when the gardener rescued me, placing me in the pot.
If you know a real life baby, you will be aware of how much they eat and sleep, with their parents looking after them. The same is true of my young life, for the attentive gardener made sure I was well taken care of.
Once I was transplanted to the open air, I stood alone. For this is the way it has to be. In order to have room for growth I needed my own space. I needed to utilize all that the nutrients in the soil had to give, along with all the warmth, light, and water I could get. These essential components work together, tasting like milk and honey to me! Such is required for healthy growth.
You see, if the summer is especially hot and dry, there is a struggle for us all. It is a struggle for the flowers and grasses, for the bees and butterflies, and for all the birds and animals, including the tiniest ants and daintiest lady bugs!
If the summer is nice and wet with many rainy days, the ground is like a camel’s hump! We will have lots of water in store for later! Though the rainy days may be dismal, the water gives us life.
So, from my solo point of view, I could see how other trees and shrubs were living and how they spent their days and nights. Some had so many branches and leaves. So dense were their leaves that they shut out much of the heat and sunlight below them. This shade made it so pleasant for all who needed a retreat from the blazing sun. The gentle breezes rustling the leaves were a cool delight. As it happens, the Lemon Tree is famous for its cool, refreshing - lemonade!
The gardener was a comfort to me. Every day she whispered encouragement. She watched me sprout higher and higher, taking much joy in my progress. She said I was doing a good job. Just like the baby I was telling you about, she attended to my every need. I am looking forward to the day I can do grown up things for her in return.
As I peered around, I spotted old and new bird nests. I watched the animals with all of their comings and goings. The antics of the squirrels make me laugh. Many a pussy cat in the neighbourhood looks upward, hoping to join in the fun. As I listen, I hear the birds chirping. What a bonus! Indeed, when I do grow stronger, I will be able to join in the play with them too. A tree can give a pretty good left hook when she feels like it!!
The night temperatures generally cool off in the summer. With dusk, bats swoop and soar catching their bedtime snack of bugs. And, the glowing twinkle of firefly is magic.
Life is so exciting! : )
"Plant kindness and gather love." - Proverb
This is a story for little tender saplings, like me.
In the springtime, when I was just a tiny seed, I was whipped away from my mother tree in a swirl of wind. It was thrilling, but very scary. I watched as other seedlings twirled away far and wide. Some landing on the roof tops, some swept into nearby fields and puddles, and others upon the roadways. We didn't know what the future would hold for us.
In all the confusion, I landed in a sheltered spot. It was warm and dry there, not too hot and not too cold. A very secluded spot where I could take root. It was a relief to be nestled in there so safe and sound. I even took a nap!
As I woke up and began shooting my roots down into the earth, I felt I was in a good place to flourish. The warmer the days became the more I found myself becoming a sapling. But . . . soon I felt something hard and heavy on the top of me. I realized I had seeded myself under shale.
As I reached for the sun, I grew slowly every day, but I was growing twisted and crooked. The rock did not budge, even when I was pushing so hard to get around it. How was I to get out of here? I pushed and pushed and grew and grew, but I could not get off the ground.
When trees grow their leaves, we do a very important job. We take in carbon dioxide and give off oxygen for all the animals on the earth to breathe. I felt very important, but sad at the same time. I wished to grow tall and majestic some day. I wanted to provide shade and breeze too, for the birds and squirrels.
Then, one sunny day, I felt my world change! A gardener discovered me! She exclaimed how happy she was to see me. I was just what she was looking for!
The heavy rock was lifted off of me. The earth was tenderly cut around me and I was free. I was transplanted into a lovely pot, given new fresh soil and even though I was twisted and crooked, the gardener gently took the bends away. Very patiently, she tied my trunk to a straight and strong support stake, now allowing me to grow straight and strong too! And I did!
By the end of the summer, I was ready to be transplanted once again into the warm rich earth. Now I can be all I was meant to be!
I know there will be storms, sleet, hail and snow, along with the rain and sun. I am thankful every day that love and kindness make all the difference in making us happy and glad to be alive, and to strive to be our very best.
This is a true story, written by gracious gardener, Bea A. Rescuer, living in Southwestern Ontario, Canada, The Thames River runs through, where limestone shale provides a solid bed.
"From a small seed a mighty trunk may grow." - Aeschylus