Reflections of Walnut Tree

It is the Fourth of July and the grill is being cleaned and filled with mesquite and charcoal. I can almost smell the burgers now. The best part will be when they sit around after fireworks and eat the homemade ice cream made right here under my boughs. Black walnut ice cream of course. It was always her mama’s favorite. She will come sit in my tire swing and make me groan as she swings the grandkids on her lap. The kids tried to make a tree house one year, and I still have the scars and bent nails to prove it. It was so windy and so poorly constructed that it did not last long.
The baby robins have all flown away and left their nests tangled in my branches again. I have raised many a brood of robins and protected their blue eggs from numerous thunderstorms. I guess you could call me the patriarch of the yard, even the neighborhood. Squirrels, orioles, sparrows, and blue jays have all raised a family or two in my branches.
I enjoy keeping the sun off the kids when they want to play outdoors in the summer heat. Fireworks are starting so I better watch out that I don’t get burned again. I remember it was the summer of 83, and we were going through a drought. I lost almost a third of my limbs, but the neighbor’s hose added to our water soon quenched the fire. Look, that is a beautiful display from the park, with the red, white, and blue flag in the middle. Happy Fourth of July everyone. See you next barbeque.


About Iris D

Pastor, former youth pastor who writes skits, devotionals, poems,and short stories. Won awards on short stories and poetry, and have published both poetry and non-fiction.

4 responses to “Reflections of Walnut Tree

  1. This is a really charming reflection on the fourth of July. Lovely work.

  2. a gorgeous, heart-warming story of a tree. thoroughly enjoyable.

  3. Iris Dear,
    You really had to talk about burgers and home made ice- creams.. right?

    The baby robins.. I have spent many mornings, noons and even days watching birds.. There’s something liberating about them- free spirits sorta!

    Thank you for letting me take a peek in your life!
    Many Hugs xxx

  4. Lovely read…I love old trees đŸ™‚

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