18/10/2012 by Sarah Ritchie
FRODO: “You’re late.” GANDALF: “A wizard is never late, nor is he early, he arrives precisely when he means to.”*
We have a majestic maple tree outside our front window. In fact, our relatively young subdivision is full of beautiful, flourishing, maple trees which dazzle with a stunning display in autumn, and then drive the winter homeowners to distraction with the leaves they inevitably release.
I have figured that our particular maple tree must be rather “special”. Not only does it hold onto its leaves until the last possible moment, it also takes its slow, considered time to grow again in the spring.
One may be quick to say that this tree was a “late bloomer”, or wonder “what’s wrong with it?”. Certainly, when all the other trees’ buds are bursting into leaf, one can look at this one and frown at its skeletal appearance and apparent lack of motivation.
Then, the wonder of nature eventually plays its hand, and the tiny leaves begin to form. Have you ever stopped to look at these leaves? They are a marvel…new, supple and bursting with potential. Ready to grow and be the leaves they were born to be – at just the right time.
Leaves…people…leaves…people. Something to think about the next time you happen to look on the littlest leaf on the late-blooming tree.
* The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring