RecipeMuncher

When we lose an old friend, we know the expressions of grief: we cry, we console, we deliver casseroles. But how should an old tree be mourned? Often, the gravestump remains, raw, harsh, ugly. A Good Oak, 1892 – 2008 Here lie the roots of an old friend, an oak that shaded our lives in summer, dropped acorns for the squirrels, shed leaves to rake, cut craggly patterns into winter skies. Gone but not Forgotten. When I visit my family home in the north woods of Minnesota, I visit the t (...)