Any fruit tree that survives a century in a pasture on a farm is a survivor, a heroic symbol of a species. God knows how many storms, cows sheep, droughts, winters,  donkeys and horses this tree has survived, we have placed miles of chicken wire across the bottom to try and protect it from animals, who chew on the bark, reach up to pull the leaves and apples and trees.

The tree bounces back, every spring. A survivor and an inspiration. In the winter, it gracefully holds the morning snow on it’s branches, offering itself to any kind of art. The tree has courage, it means to live.