A few years ago birch trees started to call to me. They sent me messages that struck at my soul. They compelled me to look closer at them, to meditate on who and what they are.
I did research and found that the birch is a tree of beginnings, a tree of new perspectives and protection. Birch trees are about everyday work, the tasks that are demanded for survival.
I took it as an omen of good that there was a birch tree in the garden in front of our home when we moved in. And the tree is the anchor on which the garden was built. It touches the front of our home in places and I delight in its changes throughout the seasons. In winter the raindrops glisten on the branches, in summer the leaves rustle in the wind. For a long while I collected all the branches it discarded and made several things out of them.
I believe this one is a white birch although I'm no expert in identifying trees (yet). The shade of a birch is dappled. The small leaves make wonderful patterns of light.
I'm going to miss this tree. I feel like its champion since my neighbour complained about it most of the time.