There is a touchstone tree in the corner yard at the top of my block. This tree - I think it's an ash tree - embodies to me the very essence of tree-ness. It is quite large, filling but not crowding the space it inhabits. It is of substantial, well-proportioned girth, emanating solidity and strength. It is pleasingly but not too perfectly symmetrical. Its limbs stretch to every perimeter of the yard, at such a height as to be sheltering and shading but not smothering.
The house at the corner has stood empty at various times during my sojourn here - it stands empty now. But the tree is untroubled in its solitude, a friendly sentinel, waiting watchful and welcoming.
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