This is so beautifully written; I had tears in my eyes by the time I finished. On the one hand, it reminds me so much of The Giving Tree, and on the other hand, it stands as a beautiful metaphor for what this stage of my life (when I’m running out of runway) should be about.
Lovely. I love the passage of time rendered in this writing, and also the image of the Cedar's rejuvenating strongly with the new light given by the absence of the cherry.
Meg, I so love your writing! It's just beautiful, and as our lives have paralleled in so many ways, it reaches into my heart and makes me long for those early days as a young mom. It's movement toward the present and future though, reminds me that we are where we are meant to be. Thank you.
Apr 21, 2023·edited Apr 21, 2023Liked by Meg Robson Mahoney
Wonderful story, Meg. The themes of life/death/regeneration (OK, the cedar was already there!) are so organically woven into the story. I’m sorry for your loss of such a beautiful tree—even though it’s of course a completely natural cycle of life event. It reminds me of how sad I felt to lose a 130
year-old maple in our front yard, shading our 1907 house since it was built. Felt like a huge hole in the sky stood in its place—I could never forget the tree that had filled it. Thanks for sharing the story!
"But the cedar sighed, free at last from cowering in the cherry's shade." Wow! Thank you for sharing these memories so rich with texture and the reverb of decades. I smell the cedar! Beautiful.
This is so beautifully written; I had tears in my eyes by the time I finished. On the one hand, it reminds me so much of The Giving Tree, and on the other hand, it stands as a beautiful metaphor for what this stage of my life (when I’m running out of runway) should be about.
Ah, thank you!
You don't really look like you're running out of runway yet -- keep it up! xoxo
Beautiful!
" Those were the years when all the photos we took included children." So evocative.
And it was amazing, when I searched for photos, how photo quality has improved in 30+ years!
Lovely. I love the passage of time rendered in this writing, and also the image of the Cedar's rejuvenating strongly with the new light given by the absence of the cherry.
Thank you.
I look up into it sometimes and wonder how tall it's going to go... and try to picture it in a forest.
Thanks for reading!
Beautiful. Thanks.
Thanks for reading!
Meg, I so love your writing! It's just beautiful, and as our lives have paralleled in so many ways, it reaches into my heart and makes me long for those early days as a young mom. It's movement toward the present and future though, reminds me that we are where we are meant to be. Thank you.
Betty Terrell
I love your thought, Betty -- we are where we are meant to be. Thanks for sending it!
Thanks, Meg
That was a fine tribute to two long-time garden friends. The writing is superb.
Thanks for reading! Gardens really are friends, aren't they?
I love how you enumerate how one thing, or being, can have so many attributes and relationships which change over time.
...and things live on in memory...
Thanks so much for reading!
Wonderful story, Meg. The themes of life/death/regeneration (OK, the cedar was already there!) are so organically woven into the story. I’m sorry for your loss of such a beautiful tree—even though it’s of course a completely natural cycle of life event. It reminds me of how sad I felt to lose a 130
year-old maple in our front yard, shading our 1907 house since it was built. Felt like a huge hole in the sky stood in its place—I could never forget the tree that had filled it. Thanks for sharing the story!
Thanks for reading!
Yes -- "a huge hole in the sky"!
Perhaps we all have remembered trees. Thanks for sending yours!
I feel like I'm right there with you as I read your stories. Especially loved the last two sentences...earth, soil, nature immersion...
Thanks for reading!!! I hope you’re immersed in something yourself!
"But the cedar sighed, free at last from cowering in the cherry's shade." Wow! Thank you for sharing these memories so rich with texture and the reverb of decades. I smell the cedar! Beautiful.