We’re well into November, the month that dusk falls ridiculously early, the days keep getting shorter and shadows longer. Let’s not forget the wind. The gusts have already whipped the last color from the maple trees.
Despite the wet, cold and dark, I find this segue into winter to be a prime time to gaze overhead. Not at the stars. Closer, at skeletal branches that the winds have exposed. When I gaze up, I notice what summertime canopies hid from my view: how the trees catch each other.
I look around and it’s as though I’m looking at a family. Evergreens seem to reach out to fallen birch while oaks support uprooted beech and alder. There are saplings intertwined with an older sibling, couples leaning on each other, whole stands providing support.
No wonder that November marks National Family Caregiver’s month. No coincidence, either, that it’s the same month we recognize our veterans who keep us from falling and when we gather with families, thankful for one another’s support.
Thanks, too, for Sir Thomas. He’s been family for three years now. Like a pair of trees that grows so close their trunks meld into one, we take care of each other. Each time we go for a walk in the woods, he gets the exercise he needs and I know he’ll be there if I trip on a root.