Three Trees One Cuppa Soup
From my bedroom window I can see three majestic trees, their silhouettes looming large in my familiar and treasured view. Right now it’s the very end of dusk and they’ve almost vanished into the darkness.
But while they might be out of sight, they’re certainly not out of mind because my tics have unexpectedly gone on a tree-based rant:
“Expert-trees or Board of Trust Trees?…