Hello Mary,
Wonderful!
At the time that my father was dying, a friend in the village asked me if I wanted a tiny oak tree.
We live in a very small village in France (about 50 people in the village) and this lady lives in a little house which hasn't got a garden. She has lots of tubs and window boxes and a bird must have dropped an acorn in one of them.
There are no oak trees in or around our village. It was not possible for her to let this little oak tree grow where it was. We have a big domain, so she thought that I would like it.
I thought of Daddy and I planted the little oak tree in our front garden in his name, overlooking the countryside. We have wonderful views from that spot and Daddy loved it when he came to visit us. My daddy lived a lot longer than the experts expected him to and I call the tree my tree of hope and life.
I've placed a garden bench next to it so that people can sit and contemplate. I picture a bench below it when it has grown. That will be in many years, of course, but it will be many years of hope and love. I give the tree a lot of love and it is doing well.
Thank you for sharing the photos and thank you for letting me share my little oak tree story.
best wishes,
Sarah Pritchard
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