I planted a tree today. It is a slow growing live oak tree. I will feed it, water it and watch it grow for many years. I wonder if I should live long enough to see my great-grandchildren scamper along its branches.
My grandmother had a live oak in her yard and we grandchildren played in its branches until we were too old to think about it and its branches were too high for our children to reach. She planted another one and wondered if she should live long enough to see her great grandchildren scamper along its branches.
A few years after she died, my uncle cut it down. It was so sad. I was hoping she would.