You get all defensive like someone just insulted your dying gran when anyone utters but a word of derision concering our tree place.
You go there to smell the place, and then walk out.
You want to get married there, and lets be honest, spend your honeymoon there as well.
"But Richard, you know the past and present of all things"
He shrugged and looked up at the clouds
"yeah, but i try not to think about it..."