Summer Trees

I grew up among many trees and in the hot weather of a south Georgia summer, I sat under them and daydreamed, or in the evening I would walk the fields and look at them. The cattle would huddle under them to escape the heat, and their tree shadows would lengthen as the day itself lengthened. These trees are standing in a field behind the farmhouse where I grew up. To lose a tree to lightning was like a death in the family, as far as my father was concerned.