Because sometimes you need to climb to the top of the highest tree to see all of the forest.

Keep climbing Tink, keep climbing.*

This past weekend, Tink was playing in the grove on my Grandparents farm, I wonder how many kids have climbed those trees, and how many stories those branches hold, the sorrows, and the joys.   If trees could talk what stories would they tell?

*yes, she is wearing flip-flops, and it was very windy, and in the 80′s on Sunday.