The tree

This tree is in a big field right across the road at my house. It's branches are old and gnarled. They span in many directions and criss-cross lots of times. In the dead of the fall when all the grass is turned to brown and all the leaves have fallen off, it is just a big dried out looking tree. 

Then the snow comes and it stands proudly in a flurry of white as winter brings it's first dusting.

Some of the old fall leaves never did fall and it stand proudly still through the snow of December and the rains of January and February. But as the first day of March arrives, it's dried branches hover over the first batch of daffodils and they begin to bloom. 

It's just an old tree to most people and they don't even look twice at it. But to me it is a constant reminder that our life can take different twists and turns. We can have moments of blah and feel like we are can't face another change in our life. But then when the daffodils bloom beside it, I realize soon it will have buds that will open up and it will be beautiful and green again. Spring is just around the corner and this cold wintry season of change and doubt will give hope and joy to the dreary days behind.

Yes, it's just an old tree in a forsaken field. But somebody, somewhere, at sometime had to have planted those flowers. Someone besides me had to enjoy their beauty every spring after a cold, dreary winter.