The journalling reads:
“There was a sorry looking tree at the edge of ours and Moses’ property that your father wanted to take down. Your brother and you fell in love with it, so I wouldn’t let him cut it down.
The two of you would play for hours on it, just sitting or standing on the one worn out limb. “Just let me cut that piece that hangs in the way and looks so bad” said Dad. Well, you guessed it, that was the limb you two loved to sit or stand on. Again, I wouldn’t let him cut it.
From your perch you could see the whole grandeur of your back yard. It was your sanctuary. You both had complete bliss.
As of today, September 17, 2009, that tree still stands. Who knows how many more years it will last. It looks sorrier than ever. Only you and your brother knew the true beauty of that tree. I got a change to glimpse it through your eyes, but only you two knew that tree’s soul!”
Well, I showed that finished piece tonight to Scott. His comment: “Funny, I was just thinking again of chopping that scrub tree down”. I guess I thwarted its demise again. I wonder if he’ll think of this layout again the next time he thinks of getting his chainsaw out again!