PICTURE PERFECT
My family calls them the “holding hands trees” because they’re like a lovely old couple out for a stroll. The pair of maple trees stands about 10 feet apart with their branches tenderly entwining. They watch the comings and goings of our neighborhood from their vantage atop an old farmhouse’s stone wall. As we hurry past, their branches gently rustle like wise grandparents shaking their heads disapprovingly at the rush of today’s pace. Through the days and years, this stalwart pair of trees bids us well on our journeys and then welcomes us home again, all the while holding hands. |
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