|The front gate|
Friday, July 12, 2013
My father planted these oak and pecan trees in 1973. He bought 425 acres, built a lake on it, a house on it and lined the drive with oaks and dotted the fields with pecan trees, each bearing a birdhouse. It's a hopeful thing to do, to plant a tree you know you won't see at its peak. These trees (the oaks, anyway) will, hopefully, be here 300 years from now, majestic and beautiful. In that way, he left the world a better place than he found it. One of many things he did.