The Missing Metaphor

We have this tree in our front yard that was supposed to be a weeping cherry tree, but instead is sort of a creeping cherry.  Every year the tree creeps a little wider as if it were trying to blanket the whole yard.  Jason wants to cut it down (it is a pain to mow around), but I love it with my whole heart. The horticulturists believe the graft was messed up and I just have to love the messed up unique things even when they’re inconvenient.

You see, I really thought I wanted a weeping cherry there close to the red bud to put on a spectacular spring show.  But a weeping cherry I did not get.  I got this bumbling creeping thing that hardly blooms at all but spreads it’s giant awkward wings and puts on a show of its own, albeit a comedy.  A tree that makes me laugh, how’s that for unique?  How many of you have trees that make you laugh?

So I was looking for the metaphor here, but perhaps there is none.  Perhaps it’s just about finding the small joys in the everyday mundane.  A tree that makes me laugh.  A daily smile.  And that is enough.

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