My favorite tree stands gracefully among rolling farmland.
Farmland owned by my grandparents a stones throw away from the farmhouse built by hand back in 1863 by great-grandfather Leander.
Sadly, after more than a hundred and fifteen years this spot of land is no longer in the family.
We pass it often on our way to the cabin in the woods.
More often then not, a smile creeps unto my face as we pass by.
I'm reminded of the generations of family who lived and work the land.
Who raised family's and built a life for themselves in the shadow of this beautiful tree.
I always wonder if it held a special place in their hearts as is does mine. Did it remind them of cousins, uncles, aunts and grandparents?
Was it a living, growing reminder to them that family history runs deep on this land?
It does for me.
Hi Robin!
ReplyDeleteI love this post...I love even more that something as simple as a lone tree can be such a special part of our lives. It's beautiful standing out there all alone watching over the farmland. I hope it's always there as a part of your memories and life ~
Have a wonderful weekend! I have yardwork to do but I'm secretly hoping for a little rain! :)
Sarah
That is so beautiful Robin. You have such a way with words. I can completely relate....some things are so iconic in our minds and tie us to the land. Thank you for sharing this beautiful post.
ReplyDeletehow beautiful, i think i'd feel the same way......that tree is perfect. have a lovely day! susan
ReplyDeleteSuch a thoughtful post~
ReplyDeleteI love the bead-board star.
Lezlee