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Yesterday it was a new build in the woods, today the remains of an old one. These unassuming withered boughs, now much reduced from their former glories, have been propped up against this young tree for in excess of 15 years, maybe nearer 20. They were once part of a teepee type construction, small, though you could sit inside of it, and for most of those years the structure remained accessible and a feature of the wood. I've watched as over the years, bit by bit, the sticks and branches have fallen away, creating a jumble round the base of the trunk as they slowly return to the earth. The decline was slow at first, although in recent years it's accelerated.  Still, it's amazing to think an afternoons playful construction would enjoy such longevity.