This mossy old Maple as seen our children grow (the neighbor’s and our’s). A moment ago my oldest boys were standing beneath her sheltering branches and now they have grown into tall, young men, done with schoolbus days. A moment ago it was only a few that stood beneath and now a flock of growing children gather here. I marvel at how time has flown. I can’t believe it’s already time for my tiny little girl to stand here and wait. God bless you, little Violet.