If I could drop dead right now, I'd be the happiest man alive. ~ Samuel Goldwyn
Summer Is Nigh
You may have gathered by the recent blog entries… that I come from a family which has strong roots. These roots feed the tree quite expertly… not only the older and stronger and deeper roots, but even the young, tender ones. It’s a good tree and branches out on the earth to create a place of shade in the heat of the harsh sun and shelter during storms. It can also be a formidable sight on the horizon for anyone standing near (or even some distance from) it. There are those that have been threatened by both its magnificence and its immovability. And some of us have been “captured” by them. They like the thing they see in us. They like it that we come from a strong place. They pluck us up, plant us in the middle of a living room and tell us to grow. You can imagine how a real branch might respond to this. I suppose the concept is that a cut off branch can grow into a tree of its own. But I know this only works with some forms of flora and even then, only under certain conditions. These haphazard ones are not normally sensitive to this. So there is often harm done. Fortunate we are that we can be grafted back in to the great oak and made strong again.