Where do trees go when they die?

It's hard to believe that school begins on Tuesday. It's hard to believe that the summer has flown by. Every year, I tell myself that I'm going to use the month of August in productive ways, I'm going to prepare for school, for the High Holy Days, for the fall. But each year, August seems like the shortest month. It always seems to end suddenly.

I spent the last week hanging out with my kids while my husband attended his summer camp reunion out east. I tried to have fun with them and celebrate our time together (even though I was stressing mightily about what wasn't getting done on that long to do list of mine!) and we visited my parents in Milwaukee a little bit as well.

My parents have this great birch tree that, in my opinion, is the perfect place for pictures. I've taken pictures of David near this tree, but this year I got Sam to hang out around the tree for my picture-taking pleasure. (Not so Yael, she was completely uninterested in the tree.)




My father decided to show Sam the tree stump on the other side of the yard. He explained to him that the tree died. Sammy was fascinated by this idea that there once was a tree, but now it was gone. He sat on the tree stump, he stood on the tree stump, he dug around in the tree stump....he showed Yael, he showed me...


He kept saying "the tree died here."
I asked him, "Sam, where did the tree go when it died?"

Silly ima.

His answer?

"To work."



See more best shots over here at Tracy's place.

What did you do this weekend?

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