One summer day several years ago, when our son Will was still living at home, I asked him to go bushhog around the pond. For some reason he spared a little sycamore sapling. Had I been doing that job I would have mowed it down. Had he asked me I would have told him to mow it down. But in the years that have followed, that little tree has remained. If Will did the bushhogging, he cut around it. If I did it, I was careful not to harm Will’s tree. Even the beavers have left it alone. I took this picture of it last week.
May it someday be a grand old shadetree, shading Will’s descendants on hot summer days. May those people of the future know it still as Will’s tree.