Here’s a random memory that came to me today. Way back in second grade — I don’t even remember what school I was going to — I had written a story for Arbor Day. Somehow my story won a school wide contest and I won a tree from a local nursery. We were homeless so I never got my tree.
I don’t know how to process this memory now, but here are some pictures from my yard today.
And while not trees, my bushes on the west side of the house.
Summer Wine Ninebarks. We bought them distressed on clearance in gallon buckets, and they thanked us by thriving.
We have more, but my trees are my favorites.