See this tree? On my walks one day in town(before we moved to the farm) I stumbled across this tree. Now the home is a little worn around the edges, and the tree, well I was at a loss. I made Bill go and take a photo. When Bill went back he asked the family if he could take the photo and that is when he heard the "rest of the story".
This home is one of a young man stationed in Iraq. The parents were so emotional that they painted the tree and made a commitment to not take the tree down until the son returned. You see this tree with the Stars and Stripes on it gave this family the comfort that they needed in a worrisome time.
When I see the mud tossed from both sides of the political aisle I remind myself that politicians will come and go, but the spirit of the nation rest in all of us. We are the backbone. This tree which perhaps one may see as an eyesore, represents a hero in a far away land. That hero is there so that we can sit cozily over here...and continue to board airplanes and enter skyscrapers.
I have to tell you that yes, I am this simple. Often things that are cherished the most, make no sense to one with refinement. But this nation,filled with a mix of everything under the sun, has never needed the culture and sophistication to hold one's head up high.
*We also were granted permission to use this photo on my other blog in a caption contest here.