When I was about 4 I was fascinated with pine trees, and the way their bark flaked off in the shapes of puzzle pieces. I must have collected a million of them when we took a driving trip to Yellowstone. That year for my birthday my parents took me to a nursery and I got to pick out my very own "puzzle tree", a small sapling almost as tall as I was.
A few (ahem!) years have passed since then, and my tree is all growed up, straight and tall. It still isn't old enough to "puzzle" very well, but I found my tree has given me a wonderful heart.
