We were worried about our little tree. Most people would call it a bush but it's taller than all of us so we call it a tree. Its stands lonely in the middle of our 12 acre yard. The boys measure it each year and entertain themselves by tracking its growth. It's an informal tracking consisting mainly of exclamations such as, "Last year this branch was only up to my shoulder, now it's up to my chin!" The last wind and ice storm we had was a full on temper tantrum by Jack Frost but our little Charlie Brown tree was strong enough to take the beating and look how pretty she is!