A Stump and Memories

My mom and dad are the original owners of their house now 35 years old. Just last week, one of the trees they planted back at that time was cut down. It took workers an entire day to get it down to this stump pictured above. They were forced to cut it down as the roots were so large they were growing right into the foundation of the house. I remember many picnics under that tree, many books being read, and many leaves it provided for us kids to jump in over and over again. Their backyard is definitely brighter and bare now without the shelter of the branches.