This beautiful tree is at the end of my fathers old homestead. It marks the end of their driveway. It's also the place he would set up his milk stand to sell milk. Also the place he would catch the bus to school. The home is no longer there. I was walking around the tree...touching the bark. Imagining my dad as a boy climbing that tree and dreaming of his life. History is so amazing. Without it... We wouldn't be here.
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