Chestnut Tree // wide angle wed

I have a love-hate relationship with our chestnut tree. It's ginormous and beautiful. It provides cooling shade in the summer and the best pile of leaves in the late fall. The tree is home to squirrels and bluejays that I enjoy watching from the window as I rock with Bonnie each evening. These things I love.

The past two weeks have brought the "chestnut dropping bonanza." Meaning, spikey balls (chestnut husks) fall from the tree by the dozens every few minutes (at crazy high speeds). It also means that our yard is a free-for-all. People and animals come to this tree every year to collect it's gifts. We are seeing the same couples that we saw last year- which is kind of neat. The chestnuts have opened up opportunities to talk with neighbors and get to know them a little bit better. Much of this, I also love.

Being anywhere near the tree brings danger as the husks are incredibly sharp and covered in thorns (I know from experience, as I was hit by one and am still sore from the tweezer surgery Andrew performed on me to remove all of the thorns- ouch!). They crash down on our roof and sound like loud knocking all day and night. It's uncomfortable having strangers in/around our yard at all hours of the day and night. You guessed it, this part I strongly dislike. (PS- here's last year's chestnut post).

However, last night, when on a little walk with the babe, her eyes were the brightest I've ever seen as she gazed up at this tree's big branches. We're talking BIG eyes. It's as if she saw that tree for the very first time in all of it's glory. And, I smiled. Then, she smiled. Someday, I can tell her about the chestnut tree and those two weeks. About how they marked the time when she started making the sweetest little giggle noises, and when she consistently started giving this mama a full night's rest. They mark the moment that my sweet girl became too strong to withstand the constraints of her tight swaddle; and trust me, I'm a great swaddler. They mark the weeks when my body was preparing to carry her one year prior as I had just entered a new treatment cycle- the cycle that finally worked. I could go on and on...

Big chestnut tree, you give more than just nuts and spikey balls. I guess you're not so bad after all...