This tree is set amidst a field dappled with wild daffodils in spring. It bares the proclamations of love, friendship and mere presence upon it's bark. This "love tree" bares the burden of our pocket knives as well.
That last sentence makes me giggle a bit. Though I do not condone carving up trees I certainly don't think it's the worst thing in the world. This tree seems to be happy even though it has become a living totem pole over the course of 25 or so years and it now contains a bit of history.
I do get annoyed when I am camping and half the trees at the site have been cut into. Let's keep it to one tree or none at all people.