Nothing lasts forever. Even when we think it will. This oak, growing at the crest of our creek crossing for as long as anybody around here can remember is “the figure 4 tree”. We believe this giant was a Native American sign tree, one low branch formed a perfect right angle. That branch was broken off when I was a young girl. (You can see the knob on the front of the tree.) The Figure Four Tree has always been a sacred spot in our woods, connecting us to memories of the past. This too, shall pass. With tears. Goodbye old friend.
Buffalo Ranch's Daughter 