We have LOTS of trees on our 5+ acres, but this little one always catches my eye from our front window. It's my weather tree, I guess. I can see how deep the snow is, how thick the ice is, or how sunny the day is even, just by looking at this little fellow standing out there by itself. It probably wasn't even there when we first moved in 14 years ago, but has finally grown up tall enough for me to notice. He's (assuming it is a "he" anyway) a cute thing that perhaps next year at Christmas would like to be decorated. He's been the star of the past few blogs, and this morning, I thought he deserved his own poem. So here you go Spiny Pine. I think that is his name now. Spiny Pine. Shiny pine out in the cold Waiting for spring to arrive; Ice has bedecked you, Snowfall beflecked you, How do you hope to survive? Spiny pine with needles green, Ever to be even now, In summer or fall You must have a ball Though winter weighs on each bough.