I woke up pondering about this tree this morning and it’s significance to me. This morning it’s branches were heavily laden with snow and slowly I have watched that snow melt, drop off and vanish. The snow may be fleeting but my childhood memories of jumping over this tree when it was newly planted are not. Every summer testing my jumping abilities until one year it grew much faster than I did. Now it stands above my children’s swing set as a testament to my childhood on this farm.