The Tree

I'm not saying I love this tree more than my wife, but every day I think about it probably as often. And it fills me with delight perhaps more often. Over the years I've taken more photos of my wife than this tree but not this fall. I'm in love with it. For decades I've had this thing about Japanese gardens. My favorite has been cut leaf Japanese maples. I saw this tree at Twombly Nursery. It grabbed me at first sight. Not that different than Linda. I was stunned. Amazed. Only the tree was unobtainable. It wasn't for sale. It was permanently planted. It was the nicest tree I had ever seen. More than that. It was the nicest tree I had ever dreamed of , and of course I couldn't have it. Look. Don't touch. But lady luck was on my side. After three years of going to Twombly (sale time) it turned out they were about to go bankrupt. I asked about the tree. Yes they could dig it up. It was crazy expensive. I told Linda this would be my birthday present and anniversary present for the next 10 years, maybe the next 20. I read everything I could on the internet, and talked to as many gardeners as I could find about how to transplant a 75 perhaps 100 year old tree. They told me how it had to be done. For the money they were getting Twombly was to dig it up and trim the roots months before, so it would grow new roots within the ball that was to be transported to my house. It was to be moved when it went dormant in the fall. Months passed. I called a few times to remind Twombly about the root pruning. They said they had or would. I couldn't be sure if they had or would but what was I going to do, hire a detective agency to spy on them? (Jesus this really is beginning to sound like a love story) Well it is. Long story short. My love almost died the summer after it was planted. I've posted several pictures when it appeared to be bidding farewell to the world. But here we have, in these first pictures, the tree resurrected to the one I loved in all its glory. There is more to this story but that at the end of this site