I talked to the Realtor while Ralph walked the property with the young Amish gentleman who was selling it. On later visits we would sit under the tree with the children playing in the sandbox and the buggy horse grazing in his pen nearby. Visiting with the family and admiring the hayfields. Then when we took possession we hung our wind chimes on a massive branch and listened to them play wistful tunes on the breezes, and strident chorus's when it stormed.
There is a fox squirrel who visits the oak tree and the ducks adore grouping around it and trying to eat acorns. The turkeys fly into the branches and it sends a long morning shadow across the yard.
The wonderful tree is a landmark....you can see it from all sides of the farm. I love looking back and seeing it....my tree!
It has changed with the seasons and we look forward to seeing it this spring, a sign of the new growing season and the return of its shady leaves. Ours to enjoy!
A peaceful evening
A rainy day
So there you have it a tree blog. I hope to spend hours under this tree over the next few years, shelling peas, shucking corn, reading good books and maybe even talking to the turkeys. There are acorns to rake to feed the future pigs and the wind chimes to listen to. We are just so lucky.....I love our oak tree!