There used to be a climbing place, where the children from nearby houses would meet. They would make homes in the branches, or great picnics at the trunks base. Such branches were evenly spaced for hide-and-seek, when only the birds seemed to know where a person wasn’t seen. The shade of this place could cool the hottest afternoon, and provide dry shelter from the rainy morning. The girls would pin leaves to their hair, and boys would joust with fallen twigs. It has been said that when the children grew, some would find love below the bows of this space. Such memories can be counted in a few generations, one day will be forgotten. Until then, a photo will have to do.
Tree Study 130430.10