There’s a lesson for us in this stately sycamore, waiting so patiently for spring. There is joy to be found in the sight of her gnarled fingers reaching for the endless blue winter sky. There is simple joy in standing beneath her branches, finding traces of homes that spring and summer kept hidden from view. She stands tall and proud, with her roots sunk deep in the earth, and seems to embrace with joy the change each season brings. This old friend of mine is my simple joy today. May you find an old friend like her in your life.