Everything Stays the Same....but You and I

I built a house on my property which had 100 year old trees.  I did everything I could to save those trees during excavating...moving drive ways and property lines and giving away small tracts of land.  In the end, with all the engineers and town hall administrators...it did not work. Two beautiful trees that had been planted by my grandfather....had to be cut down.  It was a day of grief for my father who had actually planted those trees with his father.

Those trees had marked that property with the gift of history.  On that day history was changed. The trees were removed and were no longer there for my father to see daily.  However, two small children now inhabited that land that before was completely unbuildable.  Laughter replaced the leaves changing color.  Giggles replaced branches covered in snow. Grandchildren ran into Poppy's arms and hugged him....a man who before was like the oak tree....stoic and unmoving. I have said it before. Perspective is a beautiful thing.