Driving

I went through Farmington today, on my way to return some pie tins. There are huge maple trees lining main street for miles. When we were little, Elizabeth told me how her Grandpa helped plant them, and would walk up and down the street every day to water them.

I was really grateful for his sacrifice today as I drove through. I felt that the trees were loaning me strength and support. Their massive trunks and copious amounts of leaves offered me a sort of haven. I feel really blessed to have had the chance to appreciate that today.