You’ve probably heard this one before, but I think it captures the essence of my gratitude for change. Before I met Bryan, he had a big tree of heaven that straddled the property line between this house and the neighbors. He referred to it as a “weed tree” with a weak root system. Said weed tree met it’s end in a wind storm. It fell in the one place it could where it did the least amount of destruction to structures. Helpers with chainsaws helped reduced the tree to more manageable pieces. This tree had shaded the backyard. With it gone, there was abundant sunlight which meant new plants could thrive.
I entered the scene with a weed-tree-less backyard. I kept pushing for a garden. Slowly but surely, Bryan embraced my vision and now the backyard is a place of flowers, veggiest, hummingbirds, bees, butterflies and moths. It has become a little oasis for me.
The tree falling in a wind storm was not something Bryan wanted to have happen. The cost was not unsubstantial. Change can be painful, challenging, unsolicited, expensive, tedious, and very hard. Yet, the changes that came because of it are beyond extraordinary.
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