I would be delinquint if I did not introduce my favorite tree at this point. I don't have a fancy name for it, but I call it (her) the Strong Tree. She's all alone in this field yet confident and peaceful. She reaches to the heavens consistently, rain or shine, leaves or no leaves, to the sun, her source of life.
I am sorry to have to report that after several years of watching the Strong Tree (and thankfully documenting many photos), she is beginning to die. The heavy rains and sweltering heat here in Georgia finally got to her this summer, and she is looking quite lame. Branches are sagging and pointing in all sorts of unnatural directions. I would post a picture of that pitiful sight, but I like this one better. Maybe later I will reveal her in the unfortunate state of disrepair.
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