
We've been putting it off for a while and I've been worrying that the trees would be sold out again, meaning still yet another year's delay in reforesting the land. Money we don't have, work to plant them, the deer will browse them all off, the spring will be too dry and they'll all die.
Up against that is imagining how it will be to walk the land years from now and see the results. Or enjoy the exquisite astringent sweetness of the highbush cranberry sauce. Or warm ourselves by a fire from wood we planted.
Leone's dad must have had much the same conflict half a century ago when he planted the Norways that are now ready for harvest, and will probably be used for a home for us some day. He didn't live to see that with his natural eye but I know for sure he could see it with his spiritual vision.
What it comes down to is you get to pick the vision you want to have. In so doing, you pick the results you'll get and the future you'll experience.