When I was a young girl we lived in the country and there was a small wooded area out behind our house. I didn’t like being in the house very much, so whenever I could I escaped out to the woods. I had a tree there that looked very much like this one. It was tall and wide with big arms that were missing pieces and it had this cozy at the ground that I could clamber into. I loved being there, alone with a book and just the sounds of the forest. I kept small treasures there too. Fossils, pieces of bone, feathers. Sometimes a blanket.
Seeing this tree today has made me sentimental. It is a lovely and inviting tree and maybe there is a way to crawl in and find an adventure story waiting just for you.