I rode my bike to the cemetery and was pleased to see that all the flowers were doing well. Even the Phlox, which I was beginning to think might be in the wrong spot, appeared to have many new flowers forming. The Rose of Sharon were also blossoming. From there I bicycled over to Tannery Street. to look at the house that they had torn down. Just two days ago I had taken several photos of it, without knowing that I would never have the chance again. I found a way around the fence that had been put up, and examined it up close. The basement was exposed like a grave, and filled with the remains of the house.. I walked over to the Maple and stroked it, and spoke to it. I then stood back wanting to get a few more shots of the property. But just then something out of the ordinary happened. The Maple Tree shivered, as if a wind was blowing, and at the same moment it seemed to speak. I wondered afterwards if it felt the absence of the house, or sensed some great change.. These were all very strange and sad thoughts.
The Maple Tree shivered. as if a wind was blowing, and at the same moment I heard it say something..