The ginkgo tree all but given up for dead (twice in two years), a fig tree cutting planted “temporarily” in the corner of the garden away from the drip system, and a beautiful horse chestnut that shot up in late spring and then waned and burned through those scorching hot days.
It got me thinking about the resilience and the intelligence of our neighbours in the plant kingdom.
Here were trees that seemed to persevere through the hottest and driest of summers and then at some point during that time, when they could carry on no further, decided that they were going to retreat to their “core”, take care of what was important and let the leaves and flowers wither in return for taking care of the whole.
We gave them little chance of surviving.
It just looked like it was too much to come back from.
But they have returned, and they have survived.
There was something in that for me. Our family also has endured a harsh summer, it seems to be the order of the day for many of our friends, that the beginning of this year has thrown up its fair share of challenges (sometimes I would say “more than fair”), and yet we carry on.
We retreat to our core, to what is important – friendship, family, integrity, truth – waiting for the storms to clear and for the weather to turn favourable again, so that we can sprout new leaves, new ideas, new aspects to our lives, and rediscover the reasons for “being”.