I can remember back in the day when I would chop wood with my father in central Virginia. We’d look over at the trees and count the rings, attempting to tell how old it was. The trees out in our area are fairly old, and have been there since I was a child. While my boys will not get a chance to play on them due to the changes in the land, brush, stuff like that, this reminded me of that moment. Even now I’m trying to count the rings LOL.