This is the tree behind our house. This picture doesn't come close to capturing the true size. It's across the alley and in the neighbor's backyard but we get to enjoy her beauty. I love trees. I don’t hug them but I do love them. There is something majestic and magical about them especially the ones that have been around for a few hundred years. I respect them in each season and really love the trees of winter. Without the leaves you can see each and every crooked branch. The starkness of winter is fading away now and the little trees in our neighborhood are all full of beautiful blossoms.
I admit... I am a bit of a weirdo. I know.
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