Tuesday, May 30, 2006

~watching Our Young Tree~ Comments

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As the wind begins to bluster
we watch that tattered tree.
It's grown to mean so much to us
we planted it....you and me.
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Mary Nagy
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Ernestine Northover 30 May 2006

Trees hold such memories, we have certain ones in the garden for certain occasions and certain events. A Parrotia for our dog Rory, A Turkish Hazel for our dog Lottie, a Japanese Maple given us by a friend no longer with us, a Fir tree belonging to Anthony great uncle. All are lovely to look upon and they are all doing well. May your tree grow stout and strong, and your togetherness too. Lovely poem Love Ernestine XXX

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