Under the Oak

Under the Oak (see in Gallery / Store)| Image by Bruce Harris

A small purchase made in spring a few years back. My wife tipped the flowers from their small container and arranged them in the planters at the front of our house - the house she grew up in, and where we live now. At spring’s end, she transplanted them at the base of an oak, generations tall and wide, in an area cleared for a wildflower garden. We moved in the year her mother died, as unexpectedly as us living in her house. And then my mom a few years later. The oak is one of several and their canopies filter the sun and collect the rain and sway in the wind with a shoreline sound. Look, she said, they came back, which is always her hope.