Still no rain, but a few tears! My mother had a heritage copper beech slaughtered. Trees have always been a special friend. My sister and I called this beech "the elephant tree". As a child I spent many hours prone on the enormous gray branch, hidden by the reddish leaves. All that is left is a seedling, which I will nourish.
Friday, September 21, 2007
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