I want to tell you a story about these trees. I’ve photographed them at different times of the year and different stages in my life over a couple of years. I actually feel like they’ve been on a journey with me.
I’ve celebrated amazing moments with them – we went for a walk at this park straight after I found out I was pregnant after trying for years. We introduced our son Matthew to this park when he was only a few weeks old (that photo is in the gallery) and now that he’s three he still enjoys running around the dam where these majestic giants live. I’ve contemplated my life here. I’ve cried. I’ve laughed. These trees have heard it all, really. They’ve touched my spirit.
When my mind is a mess this is where I go and sit for a while to figure things out. I’ve found that the answers I need usually come when I sit quietly with myself.
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. – Hermann Hesse
Spring in Johannesburg has arrived! Our peach tree is pushing out flowers and we had our first rain of the season yesterday. 🙂 I always know that the seasons are changing when I can finally leave for work in the morning not wearing that extra jersey. I am also extremely fortunate to live in a beautiful place where I have an opportunity to appreciate nature.
Spring is a special time of the year for me. It is a time of new beginings and renewal. It gives me so much hope and reminds me that is a privilege to be alive. Just like spring comes after winter, happiness and joy comes after sadness. No matter how long winter is, spring is sure to follow. I think spring is mother earth’s way of saying hold on, things will get better.
When I started my blog in June I also started a photo project. I decided to take a series of photos of the mulberry tree in our garden, for a year, to show how the tree changes every season. For the full story about my love affair with mulberry trees, take a look at the post called ‘Mulberry memories’ here. Mulberry trees occupy a significant part of my early childhood memories.
So here are the next three pictures. Our beautiful tree is sprouting news leaves!
There’s a certain kind beauty about the tree in winter with its bare branches, but Spring is most certainly my favourite time of the year. All I have to do now is get through a windy and unpredictable August here in Joburg.
With mulberry trees the change is so noticeable and since we moved into our house four years ago I’ve gotten to know our tree’s personality very well. It is a very good indicator of the seasons changing. I guess the tree reminds me of my own transformation – it has been a journey of high and low moments, laughter and pain. I find comfort in the seasons changing because I think I can also look forward to that in my life – I managed to get through the worst winter in my life. The trick is to believe that Spring will always come. There’s always hope.