By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer
I love aspen trees. They are beautiful all through the year, regardless of the season.
Winter: Raising bare white limbs against deep pine-green forests
Spring: Bursting with fuzzy catkins reminiscent of pussy willows
Summer: Quaking their full, leafy branches in the slightest breeze
Autumn: Lifting gold-coin leaves against a cerulean sky
Last month I planted an aspen in the back yard—or rather, I planted a cluster of aspen, three
trees to be exact.
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One of the largest living single organisms on Earth is said to be an aspen grove or clonal colony in Utah. I would love to see it, but for now, I’ll relish the beauty of my new cluster growing stronger each day as the Colorado weather warms.
In six of the eight stories I’ve written, aspens appear in one of their seasonal forms. I guess I can say they are my favorite tree.
Like aspens, individual Christians are distinctly unique from one another, but we are referred to as a body because we are interconnected by God’s Holy Spirit. We support each other, draw upon each other for strength and encouragement, and thrive in each other’s company.
Today, “may your roots go down deep into the soil of God’s marvelous love” – and His family.
What is your favorite tree?
“Dawn spilled over the hills as they climbed toward the higher ranges, and it warmed Lucy’s back once they reached the little valley. A lacy green ribbon of bright aspen rimmed the meadow at the forest’s edge, and knee-high grass skirted the barn and cabin, a silent invitation to snakes and other unwelcome guests. She shuddered.”