Vann's cypress tree in autumn
When my husband Vann first got sick, sixteen years ago, our friend and neighbor Paul planted the cypress tree for him beside our house (that's not our house). Every autumn, it turns from bright green to copper, and then all the needles fall off until spring again. It was a tiny thing when Paul planted it, and it had grown only a couple of inches or less when Vann passed away. Now it's taller than all the other trees in the neighborhood, even taller than this photo shows, which was taken a few years ago. This year, it hasn't quite turned yet, but it won't be long.
Vann and Sophie about to go trick-or-treating in the 'hood. I believe this was Halloween 2003. Sophie hadn't been with us long. She and Vann bonded tightly on our way home after we picked her up. I miss them both a bunch.
What a spectacular tree!
ReplyDeleteI remember Vann and Sophie, too, and wish both were still with you in the rooms of your home, at the dinner table, and really with you.
Hugs!