There is an old tree in our pasture.
It’s rotten in some places, limbs have fallen down in wind storms.
Every year, leaf buds come and even the fallen limbs grow.
I love this tree.
It’s a survivor.
It’s not just my imagination, the beauty of this tree.
We don’t have many trees here.
We’re surrounded by grain fields, and a little scrub brush in our pasture.
This tree though…
This tree has been the backdrop for photo shoots.
This tree has been a prop in photo shoots.
This tree has been climbed by cats.
This tree has a hollow that one cat gave birth in.
This tree is the one Cookie hid behind when she saw something weird on the side road…it was me, walking Daphne.
This tree is where I go to sit in the pasture when I miss that Cookie.
It’s where I took her picture for her last birthday photo shoot…
Instead, it’s where I hung her halter for the tribute photo shoot…