They are amazing...thick, muscular trees, twisted by nature, with roots growing right up out of the ground and hugging the main trunk before spinning in all directions. As a kid, if I had had one of them in my backyard, I would have been in it all summer. Instead, I spent the summers in the Carter boys tree house. Thank you, neighbors.
Next week, I'll flip another page as I turn 71. I am glad during this time of "social distancing" that I have painting to keep me from going half mad...well, OK, totally mad! I've been a little crazy all my life, and..."still crazy after all these years."
Enjoy!