Our Maple

“A few little maples have sprung up at the back of the yard. I’m going to leave them alone then we can dig them up and take them with us,” my husband said.

            We’re moving after 23 years in the same house. One of the things we’ll miss is our maple tree. It came to the yard as a spindly, crooked youngster, rescued by my husband from under the deck of our previous house. In its effort to reach the sun, it had curved up through the deck’s floor boards, creating a serious weak spot in its half-inch thick trunk. “Anything that tries this hard to live deserves a chance,” said my husband as he dug a hole for it in the center of our new backyard.

            I doubted the maple would survive but to humor my husband I cheered it on with lots of water and a little fertilizer. To straighten the tree, we secured it to metal stakes.   It responded to our efforts by growing quickly. Three years later, we cut down an aging, messy poplar to give the maple more access to the sun. Invigorated by our thoughtfulness, its branches soared toward the light.

            Soon, our maple was big enough to provide shade from the sun for the barbecue and seating area. It’s become a haven for bird life and a natural privacy fence – all this from a fragile, determined tree.

            And now babies from our maple will travel in a moving van to our new home. We’ll dig holes and plant two of them at the back of our new yard and give the rest to our children for their yards.

            And then we’ll feel right at home, firmly planted in our new location.

 And he shall be like a tree firmly planted [and tended] by the streams of water, ready to bring forth its fruit in its season; its leaf also shall not fade or wither; and everything he does shall prosper [and come to maturity]. Psalm 1:3

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About rosemccormickbrandon

An award winning personal experience writer, Rose McCormick Brandon is a frequent contributor to faith magazines, devotionals and compilations, including Chicken Soup for the Soul. Rose is the author of Promises of Home: Stories of Canada's British Home Children (2014). One Good Word Makes all the Difference (2013), He Loves Me Not, He Loves Me (2012) and Vanished: What Happened to My Son. She's a frequent contributor to The Testimony, Today's Pentecostal Evangel and other faith magazines in Canada, U.S. and Australia. Rose also writes about Canadian history, specifically the era of Child Immigration from Britain. Read her stories of child immigrants at: http://littleimmigrants.wordpress.com
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3 Responses to Our Maple

  1. Interesting. The first thing I noticed about the house we’re moving is the gorgeous tree in the front yard. They’re worth their weight in gold aren’t they?

    • vanyieck says:

      I agree. It’s like the crowning glory of the house. Our birch is the most distinguishing feature of our property. People know us as the house with the white tree in the yard.

  2. vanyieck says:

    Nothing keeps me grounded like a good tree. We have a mature white birch that’s the central focus of our front yard. In fact, it’s the first thing that first attracted me to the house.

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