What has this ancient tree heard?She'll never tell.
The celebrations and the battles,
The heaven and the hell.
Silently swaying,
Just taking it in.
She knows all your secrets,
She protects you like kin.
On Saturday, while Randy and I were having a lunch break after a busy morning of endless chorin’, three southern ladies timidly drove up and asked if they could talk to us and maybe look around. I wandered over to see what was up. We often get visitors stopping by curious about the house and our progress. It is always fun because they usually have stories to share about the previous owners and their connection with our property. This was no exception. Turns out these three sisters had grown up on this land with heart warming stories about their grandparents. Apparently, they had driven by many times afraid to stop and look to see what we were up to. It felt good to dispell their fears that we would knock down the house and destroy everything that they held so dear in their memories. They were relieved that we were restoring it and approved of our improvements. They even approved of our transforming Grannies house into a chicken coop. I enjoyed their stories of a blue haired granny getting fired up about rastling. We all laughed as Randy and I disclosed stories the house had kept secret since the 50’s. We ended the tour under the great tree and they posed for a photo. I imagine there is another photo somewhere of the three of them as little girls playing under that great tree. I feel like me and these beautiful trees get to hold on to a piece of history and share it with whoever needs it.