3:00pm: The Tree I Planted
Outside My Front Door Today
Here's the tree I planted with the block association around 1983. It was just a sapling, no taller than three feet, and needed a splint to keep it afoot. Now it stands three stories proud, it's branches billowing over my fire escape in springtime, brushing against the railing, like an old friend dropping in to say hello.
That's the firehouse to the left in the background, 44 Engine, and the best group of guys you could meet, living here on the block lo these many years, and saving lives, you know. To the right is the schoolyard, countless generations of teens have run the gauntlet of that yard, busting, finally, up the steps and onto the street, grown, and ready to take on the world. I have seen them all, I and my friend, the tree, right here on the block, outside my window.
I woke this morning to this picture postcard of a day, perfect for Christmas Morning in New York City. Of course, it snowed for us this past Christmas, too; so what shall we call this one, Festivus? Who's got the coat rack; get George in here, it's time to wrestle the old man...
Posted by cronish at February 07, 2003 03:06 PM