Things did not go well for Thomas Gallo.
It would turn out to be a long winter with many
cold shoulders and rude utterances mumbled surreptitiously.
Thomas had heeded Gabriel’s advice, telling
the townspeople whatever it was they wanted to hear. When Mrs. Crossly had
asked Thomas if it was a pear tree his reply had been a resounding “Yes
ma’am!”
Larry Haley received the same
positive response when he asked Thomas if he had found the perfect River Oak to
buy. The three Crenshaw sisters, members of Eden’s founding family all wanted a
lemon tree. They stopped Thomas in the street just a day or two after the
Anything tree had been planted, “We hope you found a good lemon tree Thomas
Gallo.” They chimed. Thomas smiled at the trio and replied, “Me too!” At least
this time it wasn’t a flat out lie.
That was how things went for the first few days, which
really wasn’t too bad except that Thomas’ conscience kept him from getting a
good night’s sleep. Thomas wondered why
he had listened to that old man at the roadside diner. The fondness that had
come on so quickly upon meeting Gabriel faded just as quickly. Thomas wanted to
blame the old man for taking advantage of him, but no money had really even
exchanged hands. He didn’t think the shop owner was somebody that would do a
mean trick just for laughs. If he ever saw him again he would ask him why. But
Thomas didn’t think he would ever see the old man again. He was wrong.
On the first Sunday after planting the tree, some members of
Eden Baptist church gathered together at Sal’s Diner for a late breakfast (brunch was a word for Northerners, in
the south it was just a late breakfast). Among those that sat at the Formica
tables with the faded vinyl yellow chairs were Larry Haley and the Crenshaw
sisters. The table top conversations naturally turned to the new town square
and the freshly planted tree.
“I can’t wait to pick the first lemon from that tree. Do you
think it will produce lemons this year?” asked one of the Crenshaw sisters to
no one special.
“It’s going to be a little hard to get lemons from an oak
tree.” Larry Haley laughed.
“It is not an oak tree” chimed one of the sisters.
“I beg to differ. Thomas Gallo told me it was.”
“He told us that it was a lemon tree!” The three sisters
harmonized.
Customers sitting at other tables and the booths were
politely eavesdropping on the Baptist folks’ conversation. One of those customers was George Handan, the
mayor’s assistant.
“Well you are both wrong. That is most definitely a young
willow tree. I asked Thomas when he was
putting it in the ground. It’s a willow.”
There was complete silence in Sal’s Diner for half a minute.
And then the conversations exploded like a flock of startled grackles. At least
a dozen people had similar stories about what one Thomas Gallo had told them.
Some identified the tree the same, others were told something else. All in all
Thomas had claimed the tree as at least seven different species. George Handan,
being the mayor’s assistant, decided that a meeting with Thomas was most definitely
in order.
On Monday morning the mayor, his assistant and four
community leaders met with Thomas at the maintenance shed. It didn’t take long
for Thomas to breakdown in tears, confessing his goof-ups. The conversation in
the small maintenance shed that day would be the longest one that anybody in
Eden would have with Thomas Gallo over the next few months. It seems that
expressing disappointment was easier to dispense than showing forgiveness. Even the preacher at the Baptist church Thomas
occasionally attended changed his sermon series from stewardship to honesty and
integrity. Thomas only attended church one time during this most difficult time
of his life. At the end of the day the town leaders elected to let the tree
stay where it was. Come spring they would learn its identity. They could decide
then what to do with the tree. Rest assured, Thomas Gallo was not part of the
plans.
Rain that winter was plentiful. The rich soil combined with warm
days and the covert fertilizing that Thomas provided resulted in an impressive
growth spurt for the unknown tree. By late February the tree had added almost
three feet to its height. March came in with beautiful weather that God
reserves for the south. The second Saturday in March was exceptional bringing
most folks outdoors for morning strolls. Eden was a small town, and if one
chose to take a morning stroll it was likely they would pass the town square.
But on this morning no one passed the square; they all stopped to see the tree.
As if by magic, overnight the Anything tree had opened its
buds, revealing thousands of tiny white and pink flowers. The
morning sun shined its rays down upon the beautiful tree, casting a halo-like
effect above the canopy. By nine o’clock the square was surrounded by almost a
hundred townsfolk. No one had ever seen a tree so beautiful. And still no one knew
what kind of tree was growing in the middle of the square. The Crenshaw sisters
maintained belief that it was a lemon tree, only a “Different kind.”
Thomas had noticed the crowd gathering and walked over to
join them. He couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the tree. Had he done that?
He heard the voices speaking about the
beauty of the tree. He also heard the questions. “
What kind of tree is it?”
“Does it have fruit on it?”
Others still convinced of their own arboreal expertise
claimed to know-
“It’s definitely a fruit bearer.”
“No it is some kind of nut tree.”
“It is neither; it is in the oak family for sure.”
Thomas heard a voice raise above all the others, “It is
called an Apple Blossom Tree.”
Thomas looked across the square to where the voice had come
from. Standing there, wearing a clean white apron with the words ““Tip the Cook, there ain’t no waitress”
written in the brightest green Thomas had ever seen was Gabriel.
“A what?” Someone in the crowd asked.
“What’s an apple blossom?”
Someone else asked, “Who is that? How does he know what kind
of tree it is?”
Old Mrs. Cooper, the town’s only Yankee said, “It can’t be
an apple blossom. It may look like one, but an apple blossom would never grow
this far south. I had them in my back yard growing up. This can’t be an apple
blossom.”
“Well it is” replied Gabriel. “And it looks like its growing
pretty darn good.”
“Who are you mister?”
“I’m just a cook that happens to know an apple blossom tree
when I see one.”
“He doesn’t know.” Someone yelled.
“No one does. I’m telling you, it’s a fruit tree. We just
need to wait a little longer. The proof will be in the fruit.”
Quite a few people laughed at the last. Most shook their
heads in agreement. “Let’s wait a little longer, it ain’t like the tree is
going anywhere.”
Slowly the town folk began to disperse, heading back to
their homes or continuing a longer Saturday morning walk to the river’s edge.
Thomas could hear opinions being opined-
“It’s a lemon tree.”
“It looks like a young oak to me.”
“I hope it’s a willow. If there is fruit on it then I hope it’s
a pear tree. Oh I love pears!”
Thomas looked across the square; Gabriel was still standing
there, smiling at Thomas. Thomas walked over to the little old man.
“Good to see you my friend! I hope you had a grand winter.
You did well with that little nothing of a tree I gave you.”
Thomas looked at the old man before replying.
“I was mad at you. All the people here in town were mad at
me. Nope, I didn’t have a very good winter.”
“I’m sorry to hear that Thomas. But it all worked out didn’t
it?”
“I guess, unless you’re right about the tree. That old lady
said an apple blossom won’t grow here. “
“Well she’s wrong. Looks to me like God has blessed that
tree. Have you ever seen so many blossoms?”
“People still don’t believe you. They don’t think it’s an
apple blossom.”
“I heard. I guess maybe that tag was right Thomas.”
“Tag?”
“Oh you remember, N.E Thing. The anything tree. That’s what
they believe anyway. They want that tree to be anything they want it to be. But
at the end of the day Thomas, that there is an apple blossom tree.”
“You heard them. I don’t think they will ever believe you. I
know they won’t believe me. You might call it an apple blossom tree, but I don’t
know if they ever will.” Thomas looked
around the small town square, everyone was gone except for Gabriel and him.
“Thomas, do you believe in God?”
“Yeah, sure I do.”
“God made that tree. He made it an apple blossom tree. He
breathed on it and made it grow right here the town square. Maybe it’s not
supposed to, but it is. You know why? Because God can. The folks around have a
hard time believing that. It doesn’t matter what they call it, it’s an apple
blossom. They can’t change what it is, what God made it, just by calling it
another name. Ignoring the truth never changes the truth. God’s perfect design
for this tree was to make it an apple blossom tree. They can wait a little
longer to see if it changes, it won’t. God gave us this tree. You planted it
and cared for it, and God made it grow.
It is an apple blossom tree. Always has been. Always will be.
Thomas turned and looked at the tree. The beauty of the tree
was indescribable. An apple blossom, God’s
perfect design, Thomas began to understand.
Thomas turned around. Gabriel was gone. Where had he gone?
Thomas quickly looked off in every direction but the cook slash waitress was nowhere
to be seen. Thomas looked down at the ground and spotted a small white tag
lying where Gabriel had been standing just a moment before. He picked it up and
read the neat block writing on the back;
The Anything Tree
“Always has been. Always will be.” Thomas headed to the
maintenance shop, this tree was going to need some help.
Author’s note-Mixing
politics and faith makes for strange bedfellows, so I try my hardest to avoid
mixing the two. I felt that writing this short story might allow me to approach
the political side of an issue without ruffling too many. Marriage has been in
the news quite a bit lately. I believe that marriage was designed by God. His
perfect plan is one man/one woman. Changing the name or ignoring the rules does
not change the definition. Never has. Never will.