I hope to get a better picture of our climbing tree, this makes it look short. (I added the larger picture today.) I lovingly think of it as “The Giving Tree” as Shel Silvertein talked about in his children’s book. Mimosa’s typically only live about 17 years. Our mimosa has lived 45 + years.
I know that is because the love we give it, and it gives in return. Many an adventure have been lived out in this tree. It was a boat, a castle, a home, a school bus, a school, a space ship, and anything a child’s mind could imagine. His sturdy limbs once even saved us from a neighborhood dog attack. As Granny yelled, “run to the climbing tree” when a Doberman jumped the fence.
Several generations have climbed it. When I was 19 and broke up with my first very serious marriage talking boyfriend, I went and climbed this tree and cried. When I moved back home after being gone for three years, one of the first things I did was climb the tree. I could not get as high as I once could, but I could still climb it. He has a disease now; but he still blooms year after year. When the grandchildren come, they still visit him. I love this tree!