While working around our house yesterday with my wife cleaning and prepping the house for the upcoming winter I noticed the oak tree planted in front of our house by NYC Parks Dept Over 25 years ago in the sidewalk area. When our son was born 22 years ago and I proudly escorted my wife home from the hospital with our new 4th baby the oak tree was about 40″ in circumfrance, however now I can barely get my arms around it and it’s way taller than our three story Brooklyn Colonial home. It’s blossomed beautifully, with a majestic crown of leaves at its top. As stood there admiring  it, I realized that this Oak Tree is still in the bloom of its youth as an urbavore that has a life span of over two centuries. Humans only have a life span of only 70 or 80 years, if mighty in health. At only 59 years of age myself I can feel the effects of old age creeping and knocking at my body’s door. I couldn’t help but think of the scriptural hope at Isaiah 65:22 when God promises that “…like the days of a tree will the days of my people be…”