Last week, Miles and I watched the felling of a 150-yr old rain tree in the parking lot of our building.  Miles sat enraptured watching the men with chainsaws (big knifes) and the crane (up-down) needed to haul it away.  Almost every day since then we have made a pilgrimage to the stump.  Seems even the very young can understand the tragic loss of something so old and stoic.

Also, that huge black bump is my belly which got in the way of me taking a picture of Miles.  And of me seeing my feet, apparently.