I like it.
With a great fondness for quirkiness, I admire Holly's Wishing Tree which I do not know the story behind but I love the end result.
An Oak filled with Seashells, a smiling sun, blue bottles, flowers, a wreath, antlers and a hammock ... I can't help but wonder what Holly wishes?
I figure it's a world of no litter, nice people who are all in shape, fat chickens, fresh farm grown veggies, great carry out from Parkers, wonderful grandchildren, books, a husband who's often talked about but rarely seen and "Freebird" is the background music.
Last time Sarah and I saw Holly, Lew stayed in the car not wanting to be seen in public.
I figure he's like Dolly Pardon's husband ... everybody knows he exist but nobody's ever actually seen him.
Regardless I love Holly's Wishing Tree.
In our yard we have a Palm Tree with oyster eyes, a coconut bra and a grass skirt.
Obviously I have simpler wishes than Holly.
But we share wishing.
It's a key part of living.
"The trees, ghosts, dreams, faces, the waking up and eating and working of life, are trying to tell us something, to take us somewhere," says Frederick Buechner.
Living is about always being on the move, doing your best to finally get to where you want to be and if you're forever wishing for it, chances are you're not getting anywhere.
Strolling outside on the Beloved Back Deck, the Palm Tree winks an oyster eye to remind me we're moving the right direction.
It makes me wonder if Wishing Trees talk to each other as a support group of sorts ... because we're so thick when it comes to our wishes ... they've got their work cut out for them.
