We had a tree fall in July. A big tree. Our climbing tree that all the kids in the neighborhood hung like monkeys from. This picture is a piece of the tree I found amidst the chopped rubble. This is a rope Loves had tied to one of the beloved tree's branches. We should have named the tree. It was definitely a Grandma tree. Old and bendy and patient with all the kids that clung to it. It was also the home of our infamous "Dirt Hill." You had to climb the dirt hill to reach the lap of the tree-- where everyone could sit and chat and laugh before they slid down the hill.
I didn't know I was so attached to this tree, or could be so attached to a tree.