While on one of our birding expeditions – we’re up to 107 species – I found this tree in a clearing.
This tree and I are old friends, though I haven’t yet ascertained it’s name.
I grew up on a dirt road in the country, outside of town. My grandpa had bought a tree farm and portioned off lots for my Dad and Mum and Aunt and Uncle. We all lived in a row on the north side of this little country line and in front of us was county land which had been part of a reforestation effort.
My cousins and I had viewed the whole lovely area as ours to play in as we grew up. Through our rambles we came to know many of the flowers, plants and trees in the vicinity.
This particular tree was always special though. We were used to the regular big pine…
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