This painting reminds me of a tree from my childhood. I'm not sure what kind it was... an apple or cherry I think... but it stood all alone in the middle of a field near our home. It was a very beautiful tree, with a naturally pleasing shape, which made it stand out even more. We used to take walks there as a family, sit in the shade, and play around its branches. As a little girl I always felt good after 'visiting' the tree... as if it were another being who benefited from my company.
When we moved to another home, one of the last things we had to say goodbye to, was the tree. That was about 16 years ago. I've taken that dead-end, dirt road by my childhood home a handful of times since then. Every time I check on our tree, and you know what?
There are now homes in that once empty field.
The tree is still there, only it doesn't seem as lonely anymore.
And that makes me happy.
Hope you enjoyed my tribute to an old friend,
in words and watercolor...
"I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech-tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance among the pines."
~ Henry David Thoreau ~