Up at my house in Amherst, MA we had an amazing birch tree. The first day we drove up the driveway - Maggie got out of the car and ran right to it. "My Tree!" - Book in hand she sat for hours and hours reading in that tree. When a freak ice storm hit MA last Fall, the tree imploded. I saw it, lying there, like a corpse. It lived well over a hundred years but died far too soon for Maggie. When I called and told her what had happened, again I heard "My Tree!" I wish she could still sit there... We plan on planting another.