This book was written 2 years before I was born. I have loved it all my life and given it as a gift many times. The inside jacket reads...
"Every day the boy would come to the tree to eat her apples, swing from her branches, or slide down her trunk...and the tree was happy. But as the boy grew older he began to want more from the tree, and the tree gave and gave and gave."
I understood it when I was younger, but not completely. Not the enormity of it. I couldn't. I think, not until your children have grown and call a place, other than where you live, home, can you really feel the true depth of this book.
It's been years since I read it and just now as I flipped through it, tears were rolling down my cheeks.
I need a moment.
Going to be a bit indulgent and take the rest of the week off while my daughter is home visiting. I won't be out in blog world but I'll check in when I can. I hope something unexpected and lovely happens to you this week.