I have been looking at this old maple tree for almost 22 years. It is much older than this as our house was built in 1921. I use to wish we would cut it down because all the leaves caused me a lot of work. I love this old tree more and more over the years and can't imagine it gone. Each morning I get up to read and open the curtain to see the sun coming up and daydream, and read, pray, and write. I just stare at that old tree for the longest time. I love its brown twisty trunk and bark. It is like a old friend you know: stable, reliable, and true. The tree guy said he thought it was dying a few weeks ago. I instantly felt sad and guilt for ever complaining about it and grieved to think of it ever gone someday.