When we first moved into this house, we didn't know what kind of tree we had in our backyard. When spring came, these buds formed and the kids decided it was a broccoli tree.
Now, every spring, I see these buds and think of my sweet little kids who believed we had a broccoli tree in our yard.
We took the treehouse down last week. It was no longer safe. Aiden and his bestie, Luke built that when they were about 8? (with help from both dads). They created pulley systems and swings. Kids slept up there or read books. We love to jump in the leave at Christmas time. and relax under its shade.
The memories makes me smile, but also a little sad.
I loved those little people more than words can even express. And I love this broccoli tree. I know, it's a little weird- my love for this tree. But, I'm okay with that.
It was fascinating to me to see the way the tree grew around the treehouse. I'm sure there a great life metaphor here.
