Each morning the first thing I do is to go sit out under the Catalpa tree.
I arrange myself on my red, heart shaped plush pillow, wrap myself up in blankets, and close my eyes.
Now you might be imagining this beautifully landscaped, clean, picturesque scene. You can go with that if you’d like, but the reality is that there’s a half falling over wood pile behind the tree, garbage and recycling bins next to it, and a wooden bench that really needs refinishing on the other side.
I don’t mind any of it. It’s the tree I want to be with.