Locust Grove That Won’t Give Up

When my father purchased our farm it had a small grove of locust trees that grew along  the creek that were planted by the pioneers.

In 1964 on Columbus Day the storm blew over trees that then had branches turn up and grow into large trees.

There is an area of grass in the middle of the grove and is surrounded by seating which includes a large cedar bench made from two cedar stumps and two large planks. My father had the stumps dragged in from the woods and the planks custom milled. 

It is a quiet place. The birds sing, the sun filters through the leaves, a stream flows nearby. The trees seem to whisper to you.

The locust trees provide a cool calming shade and they seem to invite you to stay and relax and reflect. It’s no wonder that my father loved this place.

Unfortunately, the ice storm of 2024 knocked most of the grove down again. I twisted some of the logs around over to the creek and will now let them sprout and grow from the stumps and logs.

Dan Kintigh