I Love My Frickin Tree


You have to know that about me. That two years ago, when I bought this place sight unseen (from a post on Facebook), and I stood in front of it for the first time, I fell in love. Deep soaring swoony love, not for the first time but this time with a tree. My tree. My Frickin Tree. It’s a giant oak right at the front corner of my property. It’s a majestic old soul who’s seen a lot. Not it all, after all it is a country tree not a city tree. I’d never owned a house before. I’ll never really own this tree. But it’s on my property and it makes me happy, my Frickin Tree.

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  1. I get it…I cried at age 12 when my mother had a tree service come and cut down a pine tree in our back yard.


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