I love the old roots that hold this tree into the ground. The gnarls and twists look as strong as the earth itself. The roots coil and wrap around rocks both seen and unseen like a Gordian knot. Solid is the word that comes to mind.
Last evening made me wish I could be as solidly planted. Tornados pushed through the area, fortunately doing limited damage and no injury where they did land and none at all at the cabin. One tornado passed nearly overhead at my office, never touching down or even coming close to touching down. I saw the second tornado heading away from me as I was driving home, a huge, tightly twisted thundercloud with a large black and pink area hanging down.
Today we are warned it may happen again. Hopefully not. But whatever the storms bring today, behind them, finally, comes some cooler and less humid weather. Once the soup clears out, the worst of summer may well go with it. After all, Labor Day approaches.
Waiting for the summer season to break and bring the first, cool breezes of fall means making it through the day. That shouldn’t be too hard, even if I’m not as solid as the roots that hold this tree to the ground.