Tree Haven. (Blogophilia 46.15)

Snip.

Snip.

Cut branch sticking to the glove.

It doesn't matter

Wherever she goes

The roses

Will shine under 

The celestial night. 

In 1961, my parents moved into what would be the largest home they ever owned. Slightly under an acre with a downsloped lot, the house had been vacant since it was constructed two years prior. And it was the lot that had scared everyone away. My mother thought it was a challenge. In the seven years we lived there, a group of pine trees were surrounded by rose and azalea bushes. To this day, the basic design is still there, although the subsequent owners added a pool and other hardscapes. It's a tribute to my mother's imagination.