My grandpa planted a tree for me on the day I was born. It was a pecan tree. Of all the trees in Grandpa's orchard, the one planted for his granddaughter is his favorite. She watches as Grandpa cares tenderly for each tree, from winter pruning to spring feeding; summer tending to fall harvest. She loves when the tractor shakes and shakes until pecans fall like rain. But not from her tree-her tree is special and set apart from the rest of the orchard. It is for just the two of them, the girl and Grandpa. They'll watch this tree grow as the tend its roots and leaves, collect its pecan treasures, and make something delicious together.