I was never quite sure which tree it was. My friend Sherm would point it out to me on occasion. We would often reminisce of the day we planted it together some forty years ago.
So when Sherm called today to ask for my permission to cut our tree down, I had to hesitate before I said yes.
There is a spiritual passage marked by the planting, growing and downing of a tree in the span of one’s lifetime.
There is a silent homage to a friendship that requires the asking for, and the granting of, permission to fall a tree planted so many dreams ago.