My Biggest Failure

In the middle of my back yard, there is an enormous oak, more than one hundred feet high. Its lush branches spread out and shade the entire yard, and more. It is tall and strong, beautiful and majestic. If you sit at the base of the trunk, where the mighty roots burrow into the soil, and brush aside the collected dead leaves and grass clippings, you will find a plastic bag. Inside, you will find an old, tattered copy of “The Ancient Oriental Art of Bonsai”, and some rusted Bonsai clippers, bent and dulled from use. I finally gave up, when I could no longer reach the upper branches. I followed all the instructions completely, and I don’t understand what went wrong. I should cut it down, but I leave it to remind me that we cannot all be good at everything.