Under the Old Mulberry Tree
My Father recently considered selling his farm on Koppick Knob. After many tears, pleas, and hissy-fits (as we say in the south), he decided to keep the farm for a little longer. Realizing that someday I would loose my visitation rights, I decided to take pictures to document as many wildflowers, trees, and wildlife that I could before the farm was sold. It is sadly a reminder of what I could have had, if I had been more frugal with my money. My father and children have enjoyed the picture taking as much as I do, so it has become a family project. My father requested that we take a picture of the Old Mulberry Tree during all four seasons. One of my sons asked him why he wanted a picture of that tree since it was dying. My father said the tree was a symbol of perseverance, endurance, and life. The tree has been on the farm as long as we remember. It has endure the storms, persevered the droughts, and continued to produce a bountiful fruit throughout the years. Five generations have spent afternoons eating the mulberries and dreaming under the tree. The memories and stories will remain long after the tree is gone. One of my favorite memories is the night my grandfather's dog climbed the tree. There is a ground hog's hole that goes under the tree. In fact, it looks like a den in the tree and disappears into the ground. My grandfather's dog woke everyone up one night with continuous howling and barking. Dad decides he better go on a search and rescue mission. Much to our surprise, the dog had climbed the tree and both groundhog and dog would not budge. My father climbed the tree to rescue the dog and saved the groundhog at the save time. If only we had a video camera or a cell phone back then.