18/03/2025
The story of a tree 🌳
or
Life is too precious to give up
Resilience is a beautiful strength. Every time I sit on our terrace and look at you, I am reminded of it.
Remember how it started?
You were just a little something, may be ten leaves strong, when not one 🤠, not two 👩, but three 🧓 humans tried to pull you out of the ground, where you only had started to put your soft delicate roots in.
Luckily these humans were not persistent enough, and with all your baby strength you somehow managed to stay in the ground, damaged, but not destroyed.
These humans now left you alone, as they received quite a lesson from me about appreciating life, even though you had chosen your spot of life right between the pavers of our terrace.
Left alone for a year or so we could see you grow, watch lots of new leaves unfolding, and your tiny trunk getting longer and stronger.
Until the alpacas came🦙🦙🦙🦙🦙🦙🦙🦙, eight of them.
On their daily walk around the house they discovered you, and one afternoon, when I went out to watch just another amazing sunset, I saw it: they had chewed you down to a little stick, all your leaves and soft branches gone as if they were never there in the first place!
How you managed to come back from this destruction I still don't know, but somehow, slowly, you did. Over a year, and you were back, this time protected from harm.
So I thought.
And then the drought came 🌞, and killed so many of your brothers and sisters during this hot, dry, deadly summer.
First it looked as if you were strong enough to make it, with the occasional water support from us, hoping it was the right thing to do for you.
But then your leaves turned brown too, such a sad look as you only had managed to make them appear again.
This was it, my friend.
So I thought.
Until you surprised me once again. You shed the dead leaves and pushed through tiny tiny green spots 🌱🌿🌱, little proves that you were still here, that there was still life.
Every time I came out, I looked at your green soft growth, speaking to them and telling you how amazing you truly are.
Then, one day, walking by I saw you from the corner of my eye and thought: "something is wrong!"
Coming closer in worry I saw it: insects must have discovered the deliciousness of your fresh leaves, and had eaten more or less all and every one of them.
How could you live without your leaves, how could you come back from this destruction this time?
And guess what? You did!
Once again you came back. Once again you didn't give up!
Once again you decided that to live is what you want.
Tonight I sit here next to you, on yet another evening, in yet another sunset, looking at you in the fading light and think :
Thank you my friend, for keeping reminding me to not give up,
because
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL 💖
