Everything changes.....

It finally happened. The old cottonwood has bit the dust. We just happened to be at the farm and heard a loud crash. The wind had sent a large branch crashing to the ground blocking the road. We moved what we could and called the county to do the rest. That was on Friday. On Monday the county came back and pushed the rest of it down.

My mom says that Papo planted that tree when she was about 17. That would have been around 1960. It was how he told people where he lived. He would say go down Wallville road until you come to the big cottonwood.

Looks pretty bare. It seems pretty silly to cry over a tree, but it was a sad day for me and my family.