An adopted tree.

A few years back this lady came around looking at all the fruit trees we planted at the orchard asking what they were all about and if she could adopt one for her little dog that had just recently passed away. I said no probs you work away and showed her around the orchard. She picked a nice apple tree and for the past few years now she has always been coming and visiting her tree keeping it tidy and leaving doggy stuff around it. I spent last night walking around hundreds of phantom planted trees I've planted and was just thinking how I can remember every tree that I've planted. Who I planted it with or any stories that are attached with the tree, like where it came from or who gave me it or even who the parent tree was. Amazing how planting trees can create these sorts of memories. I even remember conversations with people from the times of planting. Maybe trees are antennas or receptors in some way and they are observing and recording what is going on around it, storing m...