The house that is pictured in the Blizzard of 78 post, is the house that I spent the majority of my youth at. That picture doesn’t really show the tree I am talking about, but on the left side you can see the top of the tree.
That tree is old and huge. The trunk branches of in three directions and each of those sections are just as full as can be with leaves. It is one of those trees that you can just climb up and find a nook to relax in. Calvin and Hobbes would have loved it.
My grandfather, who lived about a mile away, used to come to the house and setup a lawn chair under that tree. I can still picture him sitting there as he watched the world go by. It was a great location to just sit. The leaves were so thick that sunlight could barely penetrate anywhere under the canopy. Even on the hottest days, when there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, you could be under that tree and catch the faint whisper of a cool breeze.
My grandfather rarely spoke, so I always just figured he was sitting there and thinking about things. Maybe he didn’t, maybe he was just content to watch the world go by and not think at all. I really don’t know, but I do know that he always seemed at peace there.
I am not big on believing in ghosts, but I would like to think that on hot days his spirit is still there enjoying our shade tree.