The Tuesday tree: at the end of the rainbow
There is a particular tree at the edge of our nearest wood which often catches our attention. A tall beech, its pale, rangy limbs have more character and energy than those of the surrounding trees. So much so, in fact, that we refer to it as the Ent: not a tree but a tree-herder, a shepherd of the woods. Anyway, at breakfast this morning, we suddenly saw that our Ent had been noticed by others too.
Like the pointing finger of Michaelangelo’s Jehovah in the Sistine Chapel, a rainbow was stretching down to touch this one tree with radiance. I hope it enjoyed the heavenly attention. As for us, do you think it is perhaps better for the soul to find, not a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, but a tree?
See also: Oak on a frosty morning