Yesterday we said goodbye to a well loved tree in our yard. The twin trunks supported a treehouse that was a favourite spot for play. The shade from its leaves provided much needed refuge from the summer sun. The branches have held my babies in swings since they were newborns. Now it is in pieces all over our yard.
I knew this day was coming, as we saw its bark peel back, exposing its tender flesh below. It became knobby and harboured more fungi than I’ve seen a tree sustain before. Living cycles are natural, but the passing of something so dear to us leaves me grieving. We loved that tree. And we still do.
The boys have been having a great time with it still, making up stories about the cut logs and branches. Working intricately with its pieces, still pulsing the fragrance of life. We plan to make huglekultur raised beds of the rotten wood and branches, and use the upper limbs for mushroom spawning. Our tree will live on in new ways, just as all things in nature do – earth to earth, water to water, air to air, fire to fire, ether to ether.
Thank you Earth, for the blessing of our giving tree.