Took this photo after a late snow 3.26.11
It is a cedar that was growing in the fence when we first moved into this house almost 20 years ago. It was about 3 feet tall at the time. We dug it up carefully, keeping a large root ball intact, but when we pulled it from the hole we’d excavated, the large earthen sphere split cleanly in two, leaving the roots entirely bare. Despite the haphazard method of its transplantation, it has thrived, always.
It is a guardian whose boughs shelter a small patch of hallowed ground. It bears sadness, but thrives despite the solemnity of its duty.
For 2014 I seek the strength and serenity glimpsed from my back window.