"And there was the oak tree in front of the house, much older than the neighborhood or the town, which made rubble of the pavement at its foot and flung its imponderable branches out over the road and across the yard, branches whose girths were greater than the trunk of any ordinary tree. There was a torsion in its body that made it look like a giant dervish to them. Their father said if they could see as God can, in geological time, they would see it leap out of the ground and turn in the sun and spread its arms and bask in the joys of being an oak tree in Iowa."
-- Marilynne Robinson, Home
Of all the novelists writing now, I may admire Marilynne Robinson's work the most. Beautiful, thought-provoking, grave, transcendent.
How I love this image of a tree joyfully flinging its branches in the sun.
In your life, has there been a tree that was particularly beautiful or beloved? In the house where I lived from fourth grade until college, I loved to gaze at the big tree in our front yard. It looked exactly the way a tree should look.