I was watching television today and everyone is getting into the ‘green’ movement. Today marks the day, particularly if you’re a celebrity, to plant a tree. It’s good publicity and it’s good for the environment. It reminds me of a day as a young child that meant a lot to me – and means more to me today!
When I was in elementary school, on ‘Arbor Day’ they gave everyone a tree to plant. It was free (I think) and I remember thinking, this isn’t a tree, it’s a crooked stick! But with the excitement of a child I ran home and asked my father to help me plant it. Well, that was easier said than done, and to make a long story short after many tears and weeks of begging my mother to intervene, my dad and I headed to the backyard to find a place for the tree.
Assuming and hoping it would die evidently, my dad planted it smack-dab in the middle of the yard, very close to the ‘clothesline’ (which turned out to be fortuitous), much too close to the house – and pronounced, “There are you happy now?” You better water it because I’m not going to take care of it for you.”
Well, you can bet I watered it, I think I nearly ‘drowned’ it several times. I’m sure I got blamed for a higher than normal water bill too – but it was my tree (and my dad’s tree). It grew over the years – and was crooked – and so my dad had to tie it to the closeline to keep it straight and the rest, as they say is history, or is it?
Years later I married, had children, and we decided to buy our first home. My father passed away when our son was just two months old, and I was bound and determined not to sell my parent’s home with that tree in the yard, so I got an estimate to move it. Well we’re talking about a ‘huge’ tree now – it took up nearly the entire yard, dwarfed our neighbor’s yard, and to move it we would have to knock down the neighbor’s fence among other costly projects.
I left the tree, my mother sold the house, and when I go back home I often ’secretly’ drive by and look at ‘our tree’. Which brings me to my visit this past fall. My best friend and next door neighbor still lives in town -and I asked her if she would be willing to do something a little crazy with me. Of course, as best friends do, she said of course – where are we going? I said, to the old neighborhood, there’s a tree I need to see.
So on the way there I started to explain my ‘mission’. Over the years (now 40 years later) I have had an ‘attraction’ to a fragrance or scent that not a lot of people are drawn to. It’s not rose, or lily or anything quite that common, but I cannot pass up a bar of ‘linden’ soap or anything else with that fragrance in it. I told my friend I had a hunch where this subconsciuous desire came from. So before we got out of the car, and embarassed ourselves by knocking on a door of someone’s house who we did not know, and begin to explain why I brought ’shears’ and needed to get into their backyard, I thought I better tell her. “I think it’s a Linden tree.” What tree? That tree- in my old backyard that my dad and I planted in 4th grade, I think it’s a Linden and I have to get a sample of it so I can buy one!”
She roared and said it sounded like a project designed for me (and now her too) and she was very eager to see what would happen. I went around the house (now surrounded by a 15 foot tall fence) and leaned over my neighbor’s fence (the one I was going to take down exactly 29 years ago) and grabbed a leaf – put to my nose and said – that’s it!
So we finally went to the door hoping we wouldn’t find an ax-murderer who lived there and I started to tell him my story. But before I did, I simply asked…..”do you have any idea what kind of tree you have planted in your back yard?” Of course, he said “It’s a Linden tree – why?” I thought my friend was going to pass out and I remember putting my head in my hands and sobbed.
He was a lovely man, loved the story, let me into the backyard, I cut my ’samples’ and headed back to California from Illinois in search of my Linden tree - a fond everyday reminder of my dad – and what he did for me that Arbor Day.
There are no accidents, no coincidences, my children have heard me say that often. There are also no ‘wrong turns’ or ‘too crazy ideas’ in order to find the source of longing and love and guidance and memories in your life. You have to take the time to ’smell the roses’ – or the Linden flowers in my case. When you find yourself on a path or going in a direction that wasn’t the way you intended – don’t just turn around and head down the path you thought you should take. Look around, take inventory -and figure out why you ended up there. It will always take you home.
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