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She stands guard over our ancient brick home. That Copper Beech has furled her skirt to shade a bigger swath of the yard every year, and in this season of shedding, her palm-sized leaves are spreading a blanket clear to the road.
I can’t look at the beautiful arbor without seeing my four sons in her branches. Each about the same age, though in truth they came across a 10-year spread. But they each discovered the challenge of scaling the Copper Beech at around 8-10 years old, and in my mind’s eye, they fill those branches at this perfect tree-climbing age.
I see them now, the oldest cautious one in the lower branches, smiling sweetly, a book in hand. Miles above him, it seems, squats his younger brother. Always the one to try to reach the tip top of the tree, he’s climbing her now, half-hidden by the deep green leaves. The next in line hangs by his legs from the perfect swinging branch, brown hair and eyes shining in the summer sun. And the youngest, scrambling after his bigger brother, is determined to keep up, to reach that top branch.
How much love can one tree hold? For a Mother with a newly-empty nest, this Copper Beech and her newly-empty branches are wrapped in the happy times of raising boys and loving every minute.