Out in Georgian Bay near Manitoulin sits a lonely, windswept island that features a lovely harbour with an entrance protected by shoals and two arms of stony shingle. On one of the arms towers a well-formed, solitary elm tree, visible for miles. It stands alone as a natural beacon to welcome and guide visitors to the safety of the harbour.
I can't look at this tree without thinking of my wife of over 50 years, Devon. Every aspect of the tree reminds me why I love her.
The base of this tree is firmly rooted in the stony soil of the spit on which she sits. She has obviously met the challenges of her environment and thrived. Many intertwined stems rising above the base give her strength, and cradle a massive eagle's nest, standing strong against the winds of northern Georgian Bay. Her towering branches hold a protective umbrella to shelter all that is near. One branch leans down and reaches out as if to nurture and encourage a cedar growing nearby.
Devon has been my welcoming beacon for over 50 years. She continues to guide and nurture a growing family with loving devotion and dedication. She is a tower of strength; protective yet always ready to reach out, help and share.
She is my Devon Tree.
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