Lost in time

I take a picture of this tree whenever I can....who knows how long it will be standing...pieces are falling from it all the time, with every wind that blows through it's branches.
My best friend when I was a child was my maple tree.  It held me when I wanted to read, comforted me when I was lonely, and never judged or told me how to behave.
When I walk in the woods now, I get lost in those old memories....I miss that little girl who was never happier than when she was high above most of the world.   Things were simple...all she needed was a book and a curved branch to lean on.
This morning I shared the woods with my long time buddy, Timmy.   We both are trying to get our hiking legs in shape for some adventures coming up this summer.  It was cool and just a little misty....it was a good walk.