My father was a tree planter. Oh, yes...he planted other things, too. We had a vegetable garden every summer and flowers around the house. But he just loved to plant trees. We moved, once, to a brand new house on a very bare lot, just because he ran out of room to plant any more trees at the old place! By the time he and Mother moved from that new house, the bare lot had been transformed into a cool, shady yard with the likes of Star Magnolia, Copper Beech, Mountain Ash and Sweet Gum trees (no common maple trees for my dad!) He chose each one carefully, visualizing the shape, size and color it would become and planting it in just the right place in the yard. When he moved to Florida he switched to planting citrus and palm trees, but wherever he went he left behind the trees as his legacy.
Family Tree? Well, we don't get to choose the shape, the size or the color. We just have to take it as we find it--WHEN we find it. But it's just as rewarding in its way. I think my dad would have liked planting this kind of tree, too!
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