Ever since I’ve lived in my house, I’ve admired our neighbor’s mulberry tree through each season. In spring, with it’s new green leaves, it instills hope as I glance at it doing this and that in the house. In winter, even when it’s bare of any leaves, the thin branches look like a vast network of veins, reminding me of the interconnectedness of all living things.
One evening about a week ago I settled on the couch under a blanket at twilight. I stared out of the window at that mulberry tree and marveled at it’s beauty against the evening sky. This is what I saw: