Planting a tree at a new home feels very different than planting one where you raised your kids
I planted a small evergreen at my new home recently. Nothing rare or exotic — just something that should grow steadily over time. But it felt different than planting trees earlier in my life.
Years ago, when my kids were young, I planted trees at the house where we raised them. I didn’t think much about symbolism back then. I was thinking about shade, privacy, and filling out the yard. Over time, those trees became part of the backdrop of their childhood — climbing near them, playing around them, watching them grow taller each year.
When that house was eventually sold, the trees stayed behind. It’s strange how something you plant and care for can outlast your time in a place.
Now I’ve moved to a new state to be closer to my kids and grandkids. Planting this new tree feels less about landscaping and more about continuity. Ilike knowing it will grow as my grandkids grow.
There’s something grounding about planting trees later in life. You think more about roots. About soil preparation. About the long timeline.