This ancient tree succumb to gravity this winter. It has a bit of character to it. I turned around and went back to get these photographs of it. I imagine a day long ago when there was a rope hanging from one of its' larger limbs. Perhaps there was a wooden disc with a hole in the center for the rope to go through, then knotted at the end. The boys and girls raced to the tree after school and on Saturday mornings after chores. They would take turns on the wooden disc, pushing each other higher and higher. Some of the children climbed through the maze of branches as they awaited their turn on the wooden disc. And the Tree seemed to sigh with contentment at the exuberance of the children as they played in its' branches.