For the past week I explored some of New England, from Fenway to Franklin NH. In Derry, I visited the Robert Frost farm and spent several hours walking where he had trod. When we left, I took along a memento - a pen with turned maple, housed in a maple case whose cover is enscribed with a stanza from "Tree At My Window".
Frost had habitually sat at a table by a window to write, and just beyond that window had grown an old maple, generally thought to be the one "...at his window".
When the tree failed a few years back, it was felled, and some of it was salvaged to become such trinkets as I brought home. Glad I had that opportunity.
"Weep for the small things that could make them glad."