Anchoring sets a tone, leads a trail, signals change. Whether a diversion from the road to the entrance or a departure from a past life, anchors serve the sovereignty of the property owner as much as the freedom of the plant itself.
Despite common thinking, anchor selection originates from the plant. Audibly silent while ethereally communicative, greeneries shout at passing shoppers, brushing their leaves against a sleeve, whacking their branch into a cheek, shoving a bloom into a nose. A visit to any nursery or garden center will prove this ten-fold.
This anchor proved no different. Shouting at me from across the parking lot, Arborvitae watched with anticipation as I "froggered" oncoming traffic, cartwheeled over shopping carts, swam through a flood of customers - only to succumb by tripping on the curb - but wait! A quick shoulder roll to the right, and bam! Sweat and blood accentuated my work boots as I presented in front of the last two Arborvitaes of the season. Eschewing formalities, they jumped into the cart and off we sailed. Both destined for change.
Four years have passed, and the Arbor continues to enchant - surpassing petty expectation with grandeur and grace.
Arbor epitomizes the unknown: sentient beyond comprehension with discipline disguised as beauty. Ever an example of innate benevolence, all plants exemplify good. That alone is an anchor.
