There’s a big, old tree in the middle of our “yard” at the farm. They say it’s name is Ceiba Bonga tree. It must have once been very beautiful and still holds some beauty in the design of its limbs. Sad that it’s dead. Eventually, we will cut it down, but in the meantime I think to myself that everything has a purpose and even in its death this tree has created a new purpose for itself. I imagine that it must be hosting birds and insects because it looks like such a great home.