It was only a matter of time. The Mug Tree was an old tree. Mugs were placed with it and that brought it alive again in our hearts. Many, many mugs.
Travelers along the highway admired that old tree, adorned with mugs. It offered a silent respite in our daily lives. It offered hope, that no matter what pains we carried, there was the Mug Tree.
The Mug Tree, which was created out of the generosity of hundreds of people, most likely strangers to each other, but friends with a common goal of taking an old, dead tree along a country highway and giving it purpose, once more.
The Mug Tree. A local landmark, never to be recognized as a national monument. Unlike the more famous curiosities just a few miles north in Casey, this oddity stood outside of the door to fame.
Yet, to those of us who passed by, it stood for years alongside that country highway, day and night. Like an old trusted friend.
So, to those who read these words and never knew the Mug Tree, I am sorry for your loss. And to those thousands of travelers that passed by and noticed, if you grieve, you grieve not alone.
Dear Mug Tree:
So long, my friend. Thanks for all the smiles you brought to our hearts. read more