When was this tree? What happened? Who planted it and how long ago? Did birds nest in it? Did folk take time to rest beneath it?
Transience, the passing of time, changes, contingency, impermanence, – the words we use to describe life at its precious best, time in which to flourish, bear fruit and be who we are.
"Yet God has made everything beautiful for its own time. He has planted eternity in the human heart, but even so, people cannot see the whole scope of God’s work from beginning to end." Ecclesiastes 3.11
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