tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502152359497137754.post2309738641635786863..comments2024-03-18T08:33:25.907-04:00Comments on Inkwell Inspirations: Tale of the Tiny Discarded TreeLisa Karon Richardsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02175430876079208723noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502152359497137754.post-38846138814179138302019-11-20T11:54:13.546-05:002019-11-20T11:54:13.546-05:00Elaine, what a blessing to have a photo of your da...Elaine, what a blessing to have a photo of your dad as a child with his grandpa and the new trees. That image is a wonderful gauge of time passing and our connection to the land.<br />My grandparents planted a tree when they built their new farmhouse in the 50's. At family reunions we'd move the table and chairs out of the hot kitchen where cooking was done on a woodstove, and into the Anita Mae Draperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16618699900826731377noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7502152359497137754.post-64816910396327954552019-11-20T09:24:33.993-05:002019-11-20T09:24:33.993-05:00I think your tree is very happy to have found a pe...I think your tree is very happy to have found a permanent home. I can't believe how fast it has grown.<br />The farm where I grew up had been owned by my Great-Grandparents. My Great-Grandpa planted two rows of spruce trees along the driveway into the farm. And that would have been close to 90 years ago! There is a photo of my Dad standing there with his Grandpa by the newly transplanted Elaine Knoreply@blogger.com