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Taste of the Season
Put down November 14th in your calendars!
We invite you to come and enjoy a lovely evening at Whole Food’s upcoming Taste of the Season event.
Purchase your tickets in store or online at http://tasteoftheseason2013-eorg.eventbrite.com/
Hope to see you there!
(see flyer for more details)
Christmas Tree Lane Shuttle Buses
When The Lane gets busy, you should get bus-y!
Buy your tickets now for the Christmas Tree Lane Shuttle buses that will pick you up from the end of the lane and drive you to the beginning so that you can walk all the way through, directly to where you parked your car.
See flyer for more details!
If you have any questions contact us via our website or call our office at (559) 221-5556
The Mother Tree
The Mother Tree
Shelley Ayres
It arrived in the mail, a remembrance, you see
That was soon to be called “The Mother Tree”
My mother died in March, his, the previous November
The acorn sprouted on Mother’s Day, a perfect way to remember
A little pot was in order to plant the little sprout
It was nurtured with love, the essence of what Mothers are all about
After a move to a larger pot to withstand the summer heat
It is now growing in our yard with plenty of room to wiggle its feet
One day its branches will grace our home with shade
Like the wings of angels in a tree that God made
9/14/2013
The Elm Tree
The Elm Tree
Shelley Ayres
The elm tree is a sentinel in our back yard.
It provides welcomed shade on summer days like this one.
A long rope hangs from a branch that seems to be as high as the sky itself.
I place the charcoal in the grill and squirt on the lighter fuel.
Strangely, I enjoy that smell.
My mom strikes a wooden kitchen match and tosses it onto the soaked charcoal.
The instant flare makes us both jump back and turn our faces away.
Soon the aroma of the chicken takes over.
I am pulled to the waiting rope hanging from the tree.
To climb to the top and touch the branch from which it descends.
As I hang there spellbound by the view my mother comes out to tend to the chicken.
With wide eyes and a hint of fear in her voice she commands that I come down.
I know this battle is futile.
I slowly retreat with bowed head and wet eyes.
September 08, 2013
The Mulberry Tree
The Mulberry Tree
Shelley Ayres
I climb the crooked slats nailed to the trunk of our gnarly old mulberry tree.
My safe haven waits patiently for my return.
I reach the plank floor of the tree house and swiftly lie on my back.
I exhale a smile at the leaves waving at me from their branches.
I feel the dappled warmth of sunlight on my skin.
I inhale deeply, consuming the scent of ripe berries and old wood.
With each breath I distance myself from the uneasiness that had invaded me.
The tree, my tree, is the calmness that I crave.
This tree is magical.
September 8, 2013