Last week we visited Aunt Fay's farm.
We hadn't been there in 20 years.
We hiked out to the 150-200 year old burr oak tree.
The stories it could tell...
See Keaton, on a lower branch?
It was massive.
Gets its name from the burr-like acorns.
Fay's farm framed under its mighty branches.
Oh, and I liked the burst milkweed pod along the path.
