In our iris bog, there stand two enormous beech trees.
Enormous, I tell you.
They are old. The tops are starting to come down and we can tell that they are starting to hollow out. A spring bubbles up from beneath the roots of one of them.
And one day, on close inspection, we noticed that about seven feet up, some markings on the tree.
That's a CW on the left and a big K on the right. It looks like K's knife was a little sharper.
I wish they'd put the date, too.
There were two K's who grew up on this place in the 1930's and 40's. I wonder which one left his mark. And who was CW?