When the land was cleared years ago so it could be farmed, pioneers left a single tree in the middle of the new field. I was a place where they could take a break and rest in the shade on hot summer days.
The lone tree was where women met their husbands and sons for lunch and sometimes prepared dinner.
The lone tree was a touch point then just as it is now.
As I sat on the half-frozen ground in the fall, I wondered at what the tree had witnessed over the years. Modern farming methods have largely made it unnecessary for the tree to remain.
Still, farmers drive heavy machinery around the lone tree in the field.
Perhaps they recognize as I do that the tree is a reminder of the past that should not be forgotten.
The Lone Tree will start conversations wherever it is displayed.
I hope you like it as much as I do.