The First Tree
We planted our very first tree on our block of land yesterday. It's an olive tree, a fitting first tree I think. We went down there pretty excited about it all, but I had no idea how much it was really going to mean to me.
The concept of planting a tree and knowing that I will be there to see it grow is just so damn special to me! We never owned a home when I was growing up, always moving from one rented dive to the next and never really knowing how long we'd be there. As my mother suffered from mental illness, I also was in and out of 'home', staying with friends, kind strangers and occasionally foster homes. When I left home and left New Zealand I traveled and moved constantly, always feeling a little lost and searching for a place to call home, as I've never really had one.
Planting that first tree yesterday, I could see us living there. I could see our house, our garden, our orchard and our kids growing up. I could see us being so damn happy there and I know that I've found everything I ever dreamed of. The most awesome husband in the universe (you should have seen him dig that hole!) gorgeous healthy children and place where we can all be together :)