Ode to the Apple Tree

I think every child has a tree that means something special to them--well, at least I hope so. You know, a place to hide, climb, and play. Mine, it turns out, is an apple tree, and although it never produced very good apples it was a great childhood toy and remains a memorial to a simpler time of life. Sadly/Happily(You can decide), progress has found its way to the Hathaway home. My dad has decided to add another wing onto our little house, and as fate would have it, the apple tree had to go.


This is me doing my duty--chopping down the little tree.


Here's my dad with his chainsaw. I think everyone need a chainsaw!!!