I’ve walked past this particular huckleberry for years but it was only yesterday I noticed the extraordinary lesson it was offering.

A metaphor of rootedness perhaps?

The stump that offered it life, and a strong base for its young life, has rotted quite thoroughly and is continuing to fall away, yet the strong roots continue to hold the huckleberry steady. 

What a marvel!  I’m going to think on  this… but meanwhile, I wonder what it says to you?