When I was a little girl, I was fascinated with the mystery of the world gone by, spending hours in search of relics from the past. I looked through the attic for old letters and photographs, I searched the basement for hidden passageways, I even looked for evidence in the old trees in our backyard. 



What secrets did those old trees hold? What would they tell me if they could speak?



My trip this past week with my brother, sister-in-law and husband reminded me of that sense of… Continue