My Sycamore Tree

The sycamore tree of my youth...oh the memories!

Today at my parent's house, sitting in the shade, under the old sycamore tree, I was hit with so many memories. Memories of climbing it, memories of sitting at the picnic table in it's shade, sitting with friends and family on Sunday afternoons after church and a big meal.

Jeff, my brother, and I sat under the tree today reminiscing about climbing that tree as fast as we could when the middle names came out of our Mom's mouth! He and I, along with our cousin Mike who lived with us a good part of our childhood, would ultimately get into something we shouldn't, and my Mom would start yelling, using our first AND middle names, so you knew she was serious. Our theory was, if we stayed there long enough, she would cool down. Man, was I good at climbing that tree!

So as I sat there today, enjoying the breeze, and my family, I just relived all those good feelings of my youth. No worries, no adult anxiety, no stress. Oh how I wish I could go back some days. Back to warm Summer days, simple family times or lazy Sunday afternoons with the whole family together. Sunday was the only day Daddy didn't work. He is a strong Christian with strong beliefs, and he absolutely would not work on Sundays. After church and a big meal, the sycamore tree was where we went anytime weather permitted.

Some days memories are a killer. While they bring warm feelings of comfort, they also leave a longing....

Now I can add "wrote a blog post about my sycamore tree" to my list of things I've done in the shade of the old sycamore tree.🌳

Ahhh....my beautiful sycamore tree!