Have you ever planted a tree and realized it will probably outlive you?
That thought occurred to me a couple days ago as I helped to plant a few young oak trees in Balboa Park.
Yesterday, as I sat gazing out at San Diego Bay, I recalled how the larger oak trees in the grove had seemed so very . . . old. How they were bent and cast dark, spidery shadows. And a bittersweet story came to me.
It’s titled Dale’s Tree. There aren’t many words. I published it here.
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