Sunday, September 21, 2008

The Oak Tree


I grew up on a farm that has been in the family since 1832. As I get older, I realize the significance of this. The world offers so many choices, and to commit yourself to this land has required many sacrifices by the people who have chosen to carry on the legacy.

This mighty oak has graces the top of the hill for as long as I can recall. I remember going out there to sort out my teenage problems, and was shocked to hear that my Dad had done the same thing when he was a teenager. This tree has survived storms and lightning, despite the fact that it sits on top of a hill in the wide open.

This oak somehow embodies the spirit of the place: It has survived for over a century, despite the odds, to grace the hill with it's strength, majesty and grace. It is a stubborn and tough old soul, just like the ancestors who settled here.

2 comments:

the treat girl said...

wow!!!!!!!!!.....I love to hear about familys traditions!!!!...you should print this in black and white and blow it up!!!

marzipanmom said...

Beautiful photo! So glad your family's farm hasn't been sold to developers to build house upon house like so many others. You must feel proud!