Some days I feel ancient.
Some days it feels like so much of my life, so many people and events, lie on the path behind me, how much more can be ahead?
On those days, it’s helpful to stumble upon trees like these growing together on my friend’s property near Lake Huron.
A sprout of a completely different kind of tree is growing through the trunk of the sawed-off trunk of an old tree.
I searched from all sides and from high and low angles, and I could not find the root system for the younger twig. It is below ground, an integral part of the roots of the cedar.
The largest trunk on the original cedar was cut off—a loss that must have felt like the end. But no! Something unexpected was hiding there all along, intertwined with the roots, waiting to spring to life.
