Saturday, August 2, 2008
Tree Treasure
"The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
In our small California town, in the garden of our rented house, Spouse and I basked in the green friendliness of the trees. There was a particular tree- no, not the legendary Badminton Tree but a gigantic Blue Spruce- that once revealed a tiny surprise.
After a windy night I discovered a child's toy airplane on the footpath underneath the boughs of the Blue Spruce. It was in a puddle and slightly battered, but intact, and maybe a little shocked at being propelled out of the snug safety of the tree's arms.
Spouse and I did not, could not know how long the airplane had been embedded in the leaves, who the owner was or how much he cried when the toy would not come down again.
What I do know is that we posted the item to my cousin in Ireland as a token of the treasures that our beloved town insisted on unfolding, and he keeps it to this day.
If only the child could know just how far his little airplane flew!
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5 comments:
It really is a small world when you begin to explore. I find plenty of people who know where I live, or maybe someone else who lived there, even though my location is obscure. Happy travels. Pappy
Beautiful and dreamlike.
You had my attention from the tree in your title to the journey of the small well traveled plane.
Texican, it's funny how that works- sometimes we're reminded just how small the world is and how connected we all are. It's always amazing to me.
Hele, you always say such lovely things... makes me feel good, I tell you :)
Such a sweet little post.
Don't you just love the mystery of things like this? If you knew where that little plane came from, it just wouldn't have the same magic.
:)
Jaime, no it wouldn't have the magic- and I don't want to know where it came from. I just know where it went, and that's good enough.
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