So why do we have the fascination as a child to carve our name in trees? Is it because we see ancient towering trees graffitied with notes of love, or our ancestors names, eternally engraved for everyone to see, forever captured In time?
My first memory of tree carving, was my grandfathers friend, who carved his grand children’s names in a tree, by the graveyard he was buried in. Now these children in their 50s can run their fingers over their initials, fondly remembering their grandfather, encapsulated in time.
As I grow older I am aware of the damage tree carving does to the tree, so I tell my little ones to be gentle, and not to go deep, so it does not damage and it does not expose the under layers.