As kids, we spent a lot of time around and on threes.  Climbing as high as we dared onto branches barely strong enough to hold our small bodies.  We would build a crude-looking tree house that wouldn’t pass a code enforcement inspection.  But the fun we had.  

Many years later, as I look up while walking in the woods, my mind picks out those trees that would be fun to climb and build a tree house on.  

In the woods of Standish, Maine.