Dina loved two things more than anything else. Climbing trees and cherries. She was the best tree climber in the valley, with her twin, Dennis, a close second. Together, they had climbed every tree for miles around the family farm, or so it seemed. But Dina’s favorite tree grew only a short walk from her back door. It was an old cherry tree, planted by some long-gone farmer. Despite its age, it still produced delicious fruit. Today, Dina sat in the crook of one branch with Dennis across the bole in another. They munched on cherries, spitting the pits to see whose would travel farthest. As usual, Dennis was winning.
Yes to memories of climbing trees! Our fruit trees weren't big enough to climb, but we had a cottonwood that became the kool-aid tree. We'd haul up kool-aid packets and eat the dry powder 🤪
This brought back so many memories! I, of course, was a tree climber but there was an additional connection, or two, to this story. After I journal in the morning, I go back to my childhood and try to remember something from that time that brought me happiness and this morning it was climbing trees to eat cherries when I was at my grandma's house. My cousin was paralyzed by polio and, when we were finished eating our fill, we'd bring some down for Leslie when he was home from the hospital. It is a memory that still makes me smile!
Yes to memories of climbing trees! Our fruit trees weren't big enough to climb, but we had a cottonwood that became the kool-aid tree. We'd haul up kool-aid packets and eat the dry powder 🤪
This brought back so many memories! I, of course, was a tree climber but there was an additional connection, or two, to this story. After I journal in the morning, I go back to my childhood and try to remember something from that time that brought me happiness and this morning it was climbing trees to eat cherries when I was at my grandma's house. My cousin was paralyzed by polio and, when we were finished eating our fill, we'd bring some down for Leslie when he was home from the hospital. It is a memory that still makes me smile!
This story made me think about my childhood where we climbed trees and picked berries all summer long