This is a reflective time for most.
I crawled out of my cave to join Jase and the kids at the climbing gym today. (now yesterday) I peek over my screen and catch a glimpse of the people I love. It stings that I physically cant participate. I think back to the spring when my oldest son took me on my first climb.
Hard to believe that was me.
Just another “ring” in my trunk. Metaphorically speaking that is. It’s different than having “junk in my trunk.”
Each spring and summer, a tree adds new layers of wood to its trunk.
The wood formed in spring grows fast and is lighter because it consists of large cells.
In summer, growth is slower; the wood has smaller cells and is dark.
So when the tree is cut, the layers appear as alternating rings of light and dark wood.
Count the dark rings and you’ll determine a tree’s age.
The rings indicate everything the tree has lived through: drought, sun, water, fires, insects, shade, being crowded by other trees etc……
The inside of the tree is literally a map of it’s years. There’s a cool diagram here.
Since I’m not a fan of long posts, and my head hurts from trying to choose a direction to go with how much richness and correlation there is between our years and the rings of a tree.
I’ll let you chew on it yourselves. Feel free to share any thoughts in the comments.
Happy 2020 folks. The start of another ring in our trunks.
The image above is the tree we cut down this holiday since the kids were visiting. I’m sad we ended it’s life. It’s looks like 2019 was a good year. Thank you tree.