This is one of the big blue spruce trees in the middle of my lawn.
No, I wasn't drunk or stupid when I took the picture. It's on a hill, so the ground runs that way.
This is one of about a dozen maple trees we had dug up from the woods at the bottom of our yard and transplanted as 1" to 2" diameter saplings (bare root) in very early 1990. I'm always amused at how the trunks have twisted so the trees are growing straight toward the sky, instead of perpendicular to the ground.
My kids laugh at how I have stories about so many of our trees. I tell them that's what happens when you share your home and life with a tree fanatic, and stay in one place for a quarter of a century.
How about you, do you think of some of your trees fondly?
Happy Garden Tuesday, everyone!