Back in the early 90’s I bought a very small house in an older neighborhood in St. Paul about 3 blocks from the Mississippi River. One of the things I love about this neighborhood is all the trees. As you drive down most any street this time of year, you are passing through a canopy of bright green.
The house I bought was the “fixer-upper” in the neighborhood and really didn’t have much to distinguish it…except for one thing…the 80 foot 100 year-old elm tree in the tiny back yard. This thing was mammoth, with branches spanning the back yards of both next-door neighbors on either side. I would regularly stand underneath it, look up at its majesty, and feel that sense of awe at being part of a world that included such beauty. Since the houses in the neighborhood were built about 60 years ago, this tree had witnessed all of its history, beginning in a time when cows would probably have found shade under its branches.