Five years.
Near his grave, there is a horse chestnut tree and each autumn we collect shiny brown conkers and put them under his headstone. Two years ago, I noticed that there was a tiny tree beginning to grow from one of them after it had lain there for some time. I brought it home and potted it up. It now grows in my garden having being given life from a life that has gone.
I have learnt a new phrase: mono no aware. One that I stumbled upon recently and that resonates with me profoundly. I think of it each time I look at my tree.
%5B3%5D.jpg "Tom's horse chestnut tree 2011 (2)")
Five years.
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