While trimming the Mulberry Tree, which has the great audacity to grow into the overhanging power lines each and every year, I noticed the rope that we had looped around a branch last spring. The kids have used it as a Tarzan Swinging Vine, a step up into the tree, a swing and the always popular "whip my sibling tool of death."
It is a good rope that began its' life as a rope for toddlers at church to hold onto as they walk from the classroom to the playground. The tree had grown around this wonderful rope and here I stood, chainsaw in hand. I had no choice.
So I began, small surgical cuts, holding my breath, as I began to free this valiant captive of uncontrolled growth and mischievous mulberryness. Little by little, slowly, carefully until at the end I carefully peeled back the small pieces remaining and released the rope. The rope is still there waiting for tomorrow, waiting for the kids to come back outside and play.