12 Jul The Legacy of Trees
Back some time in the l980s (do we speak in decades now?) I decided to plant some Arizona Cypress trees at my Vega house. Fast growing, drought resistant. The house sits in the middle of a prairie; I've always said no matter what I tried to do with the yard, I lived in the middle of a prairie. Daddy teased me about the trees. "They're not going to be tall enough to shade your grave," he jibed even as he helped me dig the holes. That was Daddy: he...