The trees around us have watched as time marched by, different steps to the music of the ages. I walk by this particular tree with my dog, and wonder at times – at all that has happened in the life of this tree.
This tree was just a sapling when the first white settlers came up the river. Exploring the valleys and checking out the timber available to build houses, sawmills, barns, railroad stations, general stores, and the list continues.
This tree shaded work horses and lumberjacks, and picnics, and mules and the list goes on to the next era of automobiles and tractors that moved the country ever forward.
Personally, I would like to hear some of the tales this tree could tell.