Birches: uncomplicated innocence

In my early years, I grew to know a particular birch tree, planted on the same plot as I was. Its delicate arms played in uncomplicated innocence, inviting me to circle around it.

017I am reminded of Robert Frost’s reflections of innocence, carefree spirits, and evolving years:
I like to think some boy’s been swinging them . . .
And they seem not to break;
though once they are bowed,
So low for long, they never right themselves:
You may see their trunks arching in the woods,
Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the
ground,
Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair . . .

My birch and I seemed to shadow one another over the years, and a birch tree sighting spurred memories when I sought to be at home.

Under the Birch Tree is a memoir of discovering connections and finding home.

Now available for pre-order  at Amazon

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