Rowan Morning Greeting

Each morning, on my way to work I walk up the ramp from the concrete parkade to see a perfectly framed Rowan tree. It's an old tree, probably planted when the house that is long gone was new. This tree has four beautiful seasons. I love to watch for the new leaves sprouting and the gradual growth and development of the distinctly red berries. It has a that look of a forgotten beauty, that you stumble on unexpectedly. Seeing that tree repeat it's cycle year after year reminds me that spring will come again, summer heat will fade, delicate leaves will fall and snow will sparkle on these branches one crisp winter morning. I love this tree all the more because it's not in a park, or part of a boulevard. It's part of the past and I hope it will be there for decades to come.