Moving Day ...and "She" Welcomes Us to Our New Home
That
scorcher of a day in July 1999 would have been considered (by anyone’s standard)
as a "less-than-perfect" day for moving. It was
barely mid-morning and the thermometer was already in the triple
digits. The thick air outside seemed eerily familiar to
the atmospheric conditions found in the steam room at the local YMCA.
If there had been an option to choose any another day to move our household... that
option would have been fully explored. Alas, the month of July was quickly
coming to a close and time was of the essence in the task of moving from one
residence to another. There was simply no other day available for making this move.
So, the ordeal began and within minutes the new homeowner was drenched in sweat
as he hauled box after box in the tropical heat from moving van to house.
Under
ordinary circumstances, the main tree in our new back yard might have easily
gone unnoticed but that tree whose shade nearly covered the entire route from
the moving van to house provided a most welcome relief that day. The tree's
canopy was so thick with fluttering green leaves that nary a sunbeam managed to
filter down upon the back of the mover. Though that stately tree did not ...
could not ... provide complete relief from the oppressive heat and humidity,
its simple presence was welcomed and appreciated. Loaded with boxes of memories
the laborer mused that maybe the Good Lord placed this tree… here ...
just for him. Maybe the simple act of providing shade to this weary
worker on this most miserable day was the sole mission of this mighty tree.
