My plant friends may be able to shed some light on this one. This tree gives every indication of having sprouted another tree from between layers of bark. My limited botany education reasons that this could happen, but maybe it’s just a branch. A new, baby branch, far, far below its brothers.
A morning photo, which is unusual as I frequently forget until the evening. So it’s different than usual, although not terribly different because I do like close-up photos of trees. I didn’t want to step on the neighbor’s yard, or I would have gotten closer.
I’m taking pictures of things surrounding me that I’m leaving and moving toward. This is one of the former, a tree only a few steps away from the corner mailbox. I pass it frequently, but I don’t often think about it. Who does? Trees are everywhere.
Do you remember that book? The Giving Tree, by Shel Silverstein. That was one of my favorite books growing up, and every time I reread it, I cry. That’s the tree I think about, actually. I had a Giving Tree growing up, before it was removed for some utility work when I was 8 or 9. I climbed, I rested, it gave me shade. No apples, though. Not that kind of tree.