As this year ticks off the final days, the old tree in our yard continues its silent protest against the challenges of aging. This year it lost a large limb on the right side and the resulting shift of balance caused the split down its trunk to reach to within inches of the ground. You can’t see it here but a heavy limb on the far side of the tree now rests on the utility unit that happens to be there. I think of it as a walker or at least a cane because without it the old plant would surely topple.
I don’t know if it will survive 2015, but I wondered that this year and last year and the one before that. There was a time when I thought the tree was no longer pretty. I’ve changed my mind. I find everything about it fascinating and beautiful. It reminds me that life is precious and worth holding onto. I refuse to write its obituary until that spot is empty.