I was in my favorite neighborhood yesterday, and I came upon
my second favorite tree in town.
(My most favorite is a mulberry tree that is on our
old farmhouse property--you can see it in
my very first post.)
This magnificent tree looks wonderful in every season.
I particularly like it when it is bare, and the sun
puts its reflection on the barn nearby.
The story that goes with it is this:
Long ago, a sea captain who was really missing his wife
brought a tiny sapling home to her from his very long journey
so he could plant it in their yard
for her to remember him by on his subsequent journeys.
I have heard many recountings of this story.
I have heard almost as many countries declared
as the birthplace of this tree.
I have also heard this story is not true at all.
I don't care who is right.
I love the story. I love the tree.
That's true enough for me.
(Thanks to each of you for your kind and generous comments.
Each one means so much to me.)