From tiny acorns mighty oak trees grow. Who was it that said that? It doesn’t matter; we all know that trees are a metaphor for life.
The reason we bought our house in the center of town, which didn’t make sense after living in the country, was because of the trees in the front yard and back. When we first saw this yard it was shaded to a fare-thee-well and Ches Somers’ roses were overgrown in snug corners, reaching over fences, so the whole place looked like a Southern garden, a place where you would want to be.
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