I know… it’s April… I should have planted them much earlier, but honestly, I didn’t think they’d live… I didn’t believe they would live through winter with me as their caregiver. But sure enough this spring they were showing new growth… a lot of new growth!
I thought about where to plant them and finally had made the decision to put them in front of the house. I re-read the tag about spacing, and how tall they get and got a tape measure and a shovel. As I started digging the hole, my brain wandered.
I thought about the gloves I was wearing… John’s gloves. I knew how much he’d liked the gloves… they were thin enough that you could still be pretty tactile and at the same time they gave you good protection. I believe they are called mechanics gloves. He wore them for farm work.
John and I both were pretty finicky about our gloves and got attached to a certain pair and went through a bunch of pairs to find one we like. On occasion, I’ll wear his gloves- they’re usually a little big, but sometimes that doesn’t matter too much. And… John had good taste in gloves… no use in letting them go to waste.
I dug deeper with the shovel and then I thought about what I was doing… I was wearing John’s gloves to plant his and his parents’ cemetery trees… in our yard. And not just anywhere in our yard, but several feet where John and I had gotten married… had made the promises to each other to love each other in sickness and in health…
Funny how the mind can wander…
Newly planted trees
Rainbows & Mourning Doves 