Near the very center of Eighty Acres stands a very old giant maple tree. Her outstretched arms completely dominate the surrounding area.
I have walked past the old maple for many years, but one day she softly whispered to me and asked me to slow down. To linger. To listen to the silence. To see and feel all the things I had been missing. Since that time the old maple has become my spirit tree. Nearby is a tree stump where you will often find me sitting and listening, as she shares with me her stories, songs, and secrets about Eighty Acres.