It was a solitary oak in the fenceline between two terraced fields of wheat. It was older and larger than the one in this photo but you get the idea. I'd lie down in its shade with my dog and tell the dog and the tree all of my little girl troubles. Loved that tree.
It's no longer standing there, of course, but I think of it when I see a beautiful tree standing alone. It was the first tree that I fell in love with. And then I loved my golden rain tree. It's been gone now about five years. Guess I'm ready to try another one.
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Transition is a challenge. Even when we want it, it is not easy. Yet, when we get past, around, across the bumps and potholes, the journey can be amazing.
I hope your trek is uneventful, and I hope that oak tree remains in your mirrors always.
:)
I'd like to see a picture of a Golden Rain tree. I don't know what it looks like, I don't think.
I had a special tree too Mary Ann. It was a Weeping Willow on the lake front at my great-grandmothers house. It was beautiful. I hope you find just the right tree!
Love Di ♥
I can't say that I know what a Golden Rain Tree looks like. Maybe you could post a photo of that or whatever you decide to plant! Love Di ♥
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