Looking up into a tree during the winter, exposes it many branches to which my thoughts come alive.

There is a dead birch in the backyard that I’ve been meaning to get rid of for the last two summers. This was the year and I was about ready to do it when I heard a wren, looked up and noticed she had a nest in a hole in the tree ~ sigh, next year maybe or perhaps in the fall?!

A story about a lonely tree and how I made it my mission as a child to make a difference in this trees life.