The Tree of Joy and Radiance

Grayson, Susan, Anne, Robin

The exquisite faces of family and friends radiate joy and contentment from the place where we’ve gathered to enhance a paper birch tree. It lives on a boulevard in Campbell River, behind the curling rink facing Dogwood Street.

Grayson removes trash

On this light-filled day, young Grayson removes the discarded trash from the area, while Pat, a dedicated admirer of nature, sits crossed legged on the earth tugging at invasive plants. Robin, an artist, pours soil on the exposed roots while Anne, a gardener, detaches several large obstructions protruding from the ground. I set the picnic table with food and refreshments, and acrylic paints for later. With dogged determination the crew brings splendor and magnificence to the once straggly-looking white birch.

Bonnie gets a makeover

Several years before, we had adopted and named the tree Bonnie the Birch. Initially, her solitary sentinel-like posture called out to us. She looked abandoned and in need of tender, loving care. It didn’t takes us long to tend to her with nutrients, fresh soil, compost and a power-drink comprising of natural enhancement ingredients. Within a few weeks she exuded a glow that gave off an interesting sparkle during the sun-lit hours. Together, throughout the seasons, we’ve dedicated ourselves to her well-being.

Today, our visit with this attractive natural being brings radiance and joy to our hearts. The brightness and warmth from the sunbeams caress our bodies as we bend and stretch to reach all parts the patient recipient. Grayson speaks to Bonnie like a friend and tells her that she’ll be really happy now that we’re looking after her. I imagine she would whinny like a horse, nuzzle like a dog, or purr like a cat if she had the capacity. I take her branches waving in the slight breeze to be her thank you to all of us. Our final touch to the tree’s newest makeover was painting the rocks at her base. She looks settled, satisfied and attractive. Bonnie and her offspring lovingly referred to as Bert and Bertha, belong to all of us. 

A tree brings friends together