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When I was growing up, we had an old pine tree in our back yard. It stood proud and tall, and my Mom often remarked that it was her favorite tree on our property. When I was 12, there was a really bad storm with high winds and it took out that poor tree. My Mom was heartbroken and couldn’t bear to lose it. Instead of having it hauled away, she had it processed at a lumber yard and made into pine furniture that graced our home afterward. It was a really lovely thing to do and made our furniture much more meaningful.