Reflections on what nature about life and faith
Our apple tree is losing its leaves. Like Margaret, I’m grieving. It’s far too early in the season for this to be happening. Now, it must be said that this thought comes to me every year. Some of the leaves on this particular tree often start to yellow at the very end of July or early August, their weariness increasing gradually through September until they can no longer hold on and finally, fall to the ground.
But this year seems different. I can’t explain why; perhaps it’s due to the unusually hot and dry conditions we’ve experienced this summer. Perhaps this poor tree is still recovering from losing some of its roots three years ago when we renovated our home. Perhaps it’s something else altogether. Whatever the cause, the annual cycle of growth and decay seems to be accelerated.
It’s June and the chervil is in full bloom. Oh, those delicate white flowers might look harmless enough. And a single flower may well be of no consequence. But this noxious weed multiplies quickly and can grow to a stunning six feet. It fills the field beside my yard. All I can see behind my falling-down wooden fence is the ragged phalanx of chervil threatening to choke out my beloved fledgling hedge of young lilac bushes. I do everything in my power to tame the floral invader and keep it at bay. Even so, chaos looms at the edge of…