When we moved to this house, senior daughter was 4. One day, whilst driving along near our village, she noticed a number of recently planted saplings on a hillside, which were really just sticks, and a very small, established, tree in the centre. “Oh, Mummy, Look! What a teeny weeny tree!”
Over the years we regularly picked out her “teeny weeny tree” on our journey and noticed its neighbouring saplings slowly catching up.
Time becomes busy and differing things catch the attention of growing teenagers (Instagram and Snapchat mainly) so we didn’t really notice the changes so much lately.
Now she is at University and yesterday, for the first time in a while, I glanced over to look and found her tree had been subsumed by its burgeoning neighbours and was no longer visible.
Life charges on without us noticing.
Don’t stop looking to find the teeny weeny trees before they get lost to you forever.