Love/Hate

They say there is a very fine line between love and hate, and while I don't actually "hate" this tree, I'm not crazy about it, either. My husband found it a couple of years ago when it was just a sprout that randomly appeared in one of the flower pots on our back deck and he planted it - right in the middle of the yard where it sticks out like a sore thumb. And... I don't remember what kind it is, but I don't like this particular kind of tree very much. At the time, it wasn't much more than a twig and it occurred to me that I could simply dig it up and blame it on the dogs, but I just couldn't do that! ; ))

 

I was taking pics of other things one morning recently and on the way back to the house I just happened to catch a glimpse of the way the morning light was shining on it so beautifully, so I took a quick snap of it. I have come to realize lately that, 'if anything should happen', this tree would instantly become a very precious and treasured 'tree' [memory], so why not learn to embrace it now?! : )

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