Starting our walk through the heavily crusted snow (but not crusted enough to bear our weight) I noticed a flare of green in the old White Oak that had been riddled with bullet holes when I first moved into the old Black Hill house. I was sure at the time that it would rot away from the hundreds of open scars so incurred but it has gamely hung on these last 30 odd years. So even though I find the Holly rooting and growing in the fork appealing I know I should clear it out if I want the old oak to continue on for my lifetime.
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