The Cherry Tree Natures Wisdom
Mother often told me about her Mother, how she struggled, keeping her pennies in a purse held by dozens of elastic bands, safely hidden between her bosoms.
Because of this, my Mother did her best to give me a better start in life.
You can imagine how proud she was when I went to University, starting work in the Department of Social Services, sadly not the happiest years of my life.
Flipping the pages of a magazine, as I wait to have my hair done, I see, Vacancy, ‘’The Cherry Tree’’ – Home for Disadvantaged Children.
How swiftly things happen. This morning I’m to start work at this beautiful home, set amidst a grove of cherry trees.
I’m greeted at the door, by a lady who oozes happiness.
Hello, you must be Mary!
I’m Miss Hughes, she enthuses, come, let me introduce you to Joshua.
Joshua is 15 years old, neat jet-black hair, with a calm look of defensive defiance.
I’m not told about Joshua’s background, other than he needs direction in his life.
This morning on our inspection of the cherry trees, we found many infected with black fly; to rid them with the water hose will be a huge challenge for Joshua and myself.
Now at the end of the month with no sign of black fly, we celebrate with laughter and high fives. I see the sense of satisfaction on Joshua’s face.
Today we celebrate. The grove now ablaze with cherry blossom, it’s time to party, al fresco style.
This morning I received a letter from Joshua. ……Dear Miss Mary, and everyone at the Cherry Tree Home. It was the time I was clearing the black fly from the cherry trees, with Miss Mary, that I came to realize that there were things in my life I needed to be rid of too. So on arriving home, I made the decision to leave the gang that I was a member of. I would like to thank you Miss Mary, and everyone at the Cherry Tree Home for making this possible.
Thank you, Joshua.