A stately *Acacia melanoxylon*, a dark-barked giant approaching eighty years, anchors a storied corner of Haight Ashbury. Its verdant spread provides comforting shade, a revered beacon for many. This resilient organism, a quiet keeper of history, absorbed the joyous surge of the Summer of Love, when a generation flocked to these streets. It then stood firm as the ‘Death of the Hippie’ procession marched past, marking a poignant shift. Through decades of cultural shifts and human drama, this tree has observed unceasing evolution, an enduring, cherished landmark that silently records the district's indelible spirit.