Tree in snow
The walk to the Pond takes us across the site of the Hancock Mansion, long fallen into decay and removed, sadly, from this place. What is left, surrounding that flat and empty mere lawn, are several ancient sycamore trees. They must have been particularly majestic when the mansion was lived in. They are so close to where the building was that one can imagine climbing out a window onto a huge white and gray tree limb.
It's hard for me to see the trees without imagining a lived-in mansion, visible only in my mind's eye. Yet in some respects I can appreciate the trees better without the house present, especially as it was in its last several decades when the graffiti obscured the graceful proportions of the place.
I have the same internal conversation every time I walk past this place. What a wonder and a blessing that it has transformed into a very different kind of special place. Let us all hope to be as flexible.
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