Although we have three pecan trees, students are required to know details of only the two front pecan trees.
The first tree pictured gets hammered when a storm comes, or sometimes even a high wind. A couple of years ago, its branches were so long that at times, the huge tree was really an inconvenience. The ribbons you see in the first tree are old and faded. They’ve hung there for a long time—ribbons off the first plants sent me when Aaron was killed; the ribbons were hung in the tree shortly thereafter. The plants are enormous in their beauty and while the bows they once boasted hang limp and without starched purpose, they survive. In spite of hail and high winds, they remain.
I am much like the first tree.
The second tree is really the first tree, but just shot at night during a storm. Perfectly shot by my hubby I might add.
The third tree (which is really the second, remember, my real third tree is not pictured), but the tree with the bird house and feeders is rarely touched during a storm. For some reason (and probably some real smart person could explain this to me) this tree seems to live in protection at all times. It and all its dressing. We did have to replace one of the feeders which cracked somewhat, due to high winds, but the little Texas birdhouse has been hanging there since Memorial Day 2004. I bought it in Amarillo when we were there for the Memorial Day ceremony (where Aaron’s Silver Star was presented that next year.) It’s hardly even faded. I guess the birds aren’t attracted to it at all, but they love the sunflower seeds below it.
That is the story of the trees. This post is fully testable in all its complication.
Thank you.
The Teach
The first tree pictured gets hammered when a storm comes, or sometimes even a high wind. A couple of years ago, its branches were so long that at times, the huge tree was really an inconvenience. The ribbons you see in the first tree are old and faded. They’ve hung there for a long time—ribbons off the first plants sent me when Aaron was killed; the ribbons were hung in the tree shortly thereafter. The plants are enormous in their beauty and while the bows they once boasted hang limp and without starched purpose, they survive. In spite of hail and high winds, they remain.
I am much like the first tree.
The second tree is really the first tree, but just shot at night during a storm. Perfectly shot by my hubby I might add.
The third tree (which is really the second, remember, my real third tree is not pictured), but the tree with the bird house and feeders is rarely touched during a storm. For some reason (and probably some real smart person could explain this to me) this tree seems to live in protection at all times. It and all its dressing. We did have to replace one of the feeders which cracked somewhat, due to high winds, but the little Texas birdhouse has been hanging there since Memorial Day 2004. I bought it in Amarillo when we were there for the Memorial Day ceremony (where Aaron’s Silver Star was presented that next year.) It’s hardly even faded. I guess the birds aren’t attracted to it at all, but they love the sunflower seeds below it.
That is the story of the trees. This post is fully testable in all its complication.
Thank you.
The Teach
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