There is a tree on the corner of the yard at my family home. It’s an oak tree of the species Quercus montana. The Chestnut Oak is uncommon here, as we are at the edge of its normal range.
This particular oak tree is very grand, at least in my eyes. The trunk is short and stout, but the canopy sprawls upward and outward, embracing the roof of my childhood home. In the summer, the leaves seem to make the very air itself green.
I don’t know how old this tree is, or how long it’s been in my parents’ yard, but I know that it is a very special tree. It has weathered countless ice storms and thunderstorms, and bolts of lightning which would have taken down lesser trees.