My mother's backyard. It may not look inviting, but compared to the thigh-high snow-covered yard I have, it's gorgeous. That's the dogwood tree I got married next to. My (crazy)(but now dead) aunt thought the tree was a tad different. It was planted as a tribute to my father when he died, but not ON the day he died. My aunt said she liked picturing me getting married under the tree that was planted on the day her brother died. We would have had to lie down to get under the tree, even now, and that was more than 20 years ago.
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