Who Does This? And Why?
You’ll see it most in orchards—young apple, peach, or cherry trees, their bark still thin and tender.
But also in nurseries, along young street plantings, or in the yards of gardeners who listen closely to the seasons.
It’s not about control.
It’s about companionship.
It’s the recognition that we are not separate from the trees—but stewards, partners, fellow travelers through the turning year.
A Final Thought
Now when I pass a white-trunked tree in winter, I don’t wonder.
I pause.
I see the care in that soft white band—the human hand that mixed the paint, the intention that reached up on a cold afternoon, the hope that this tree will stand tall, not just this year, but for decades.
It’s a small act.
But in a world that often moves too fast, too loud—
it’s a quiet kind of love.
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