Walking across campus with my college sweetheart brings back many memories.
Outside the chapel, a tree stopped my in my tracks.
“This is the one!” I exclaimed.
I recognized the branches, remembered climbing into them as a college senior.
I rushed home to look at the yearbook picture again.
Do you see what I see? The same tree at nearly the same time of year,
45 years later.
That young woman has no idea she will be so excited, 45 years later, to find this tree.
Did you carve your initials into a tree when you were young? Make a mark some other way? In wet concrete? Wet paint?
Do you have a special tree like the one above? What feelings do you have as you rediscover the old place?
Bonus: Here’s John Prine singing about Old Trees just growing stronger.
I remember listening to this song as a young mother wondering what old age would be like.
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