I could fill a book with photographs I've taken of this tree. In every season, with my children playing under the wide branches. With birds taking refuge from bad weather or protection from predators.
The pinus strobus also known as Eastern white pine was growing here long before we arrived and will still be here long after we're gone. Which reminds me of an old Native American saying:
We do not inherit the land from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.