This is no great shot today - but I am losing a piece of my childhood. I have to journal this. I hope you can tell how high he is. Way over the top of the two story home behind us. That tree used to shade my sandbox and swing set when I was a child ( my folks bought this house 61 years ago). Not the fancy stuff that you see today. Just a red swing set that I remember I couldn't swing on until the concrete set that my Dad had used to anchor it so we could swing as high as the trees.
That tree used to have a little boy playing around it on a chain. No lie. Jimmy had found out that if you run away naked the police would give you ice cream. So his frantic mother of five used to make sure that Jimmy stayed in the back yard. I remember Jimmy and the chain. Another moment in time way before 411KIDS.
Have to admit we started worrying about it last year. They had the tree doc here and that obviously didn't work as this year not a leaf in sight.
I'm still going to miss it. I still remember......
A great capture to an end of a tree and beautiful memories! They can plant another one and in 60 years the cycle may repeat itself. It looks like an oak (?) tree and they have to be my favorites, too!
I know how you feel Cathy. I was married under the willow tree I played in as a child. It was so saddened when it had to be taken down. We always have our memories though!
Why is it that we feel such an affinity with trees? I do... when my parents cut down the (rotten) tree we had played under, built a tree house in, fought each other from... I cried and the garden still looks like it has a bit missing. Well done for catching a bit of it for posterity. Sometimes it's only when it's gone that you wonder how tall it was.
