I have a confession to make. I am not inspired to score in the question zone today. I've got nothing. Nothing interesting is happening to reflect on. Nothing inspires analyzation. I am questionless.
So I'm going to dig deep into my bag of old standbys and pull out a simple, seemingly flat inquiry that somehow always blossoms into deep answers.
What's your favorite tree?
Sounds boring. But there are great answers. Like my friend, R, who long ago responded with a palm tree. Because after his parents got divorced and he and his mom moved into their new home, they planted a palm tree as a symbol of a fresh start.
Or my answer, which will always be the treehouse behind the house on Tanglewood Lane. Neighborhood boys had built it, and years later, abandoned it for girls and parties. I climbed it almost everyday with a Judy Blume novel tucked under my arm. I read "The Pigman" up there, "Are You There God It's Me Margaret" and "Bridge to Terebithia."
So...what's your favorite tree?