|The Wedded Tree|
Four years ago today, I married the love of my life. A day or two later, we came home to find a little twinned birch sapling on our driveway. A gift from a dear friend. Our wedded tree. We planted the wedded tree, two young sapling trunks twining around one another, in the clay-y silt above the alternately soupy and frozen ground that once was permafrost in the muskeg at the cabin. Despite the odds, despite the cold cold roots, despite the lack of soil, the tree survived, and even grew. Doubled?
A few years passed, and we moved onto the homestead. We dug up the now-very-large sapling, drove it 20 miles, the upper branches brushing against telephone wires, and planted it on the lower slope at the homestead.
As more years pass, with learning and growing and loving and so much joy, these two trunks will grow ever more entwined, coming to share one circumference.
Here's to four more years, and then to forty, to four and forty, and then four more. I love you, Darlin'Man.
|twinned birch sapling|