hought I’d snap a picture of the beautiful tree beside the barn in it’s fall plumage.  My sister Paula, in fact, planted this tree into a styrofoam cup in kindergarden from a seed of the huge honey-locust tree standing outside our elementary school.  My dad then nurtured and trimmed it into this stately looking specimen that is now taller than the barn.  When I started working on the barn a few years ago, Paula, panic-stricken, asked if I was going to cut down her tree.  I said of course not.  The beauty of this tree lifts my spirits most every day.