Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Sunday, October 15, 2017
Time flies
I used to water this tree when it was just a sapling and was tied to the ground with ropes. I would take a pitcher of water from the kitchen over to it across the street after Mr. Murray, who lived there and planted it, died.
He would happy with it. It's a big, healthy, lovely tree. Best guess, it's about 35 years old.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)