Trees

Main:  J's mimosa tree, living in her kitchen.  A woman who attended J's class once, heard the poem about J's mother sitting under a mimosa tree in Burma, and gifted the seedling to her.   The tree is now 30 years old and well over 100 pounds in a heavy pot, almost touching the kitchen ceiling.   I told her she could cut the roots and keep it in the same pot, rather than repot it in larger pots as it continues to grow. 

What a delight to spend some alone time with her this morning after not meeting in person for so long. 

Extra:  the lake

Thanks for your visits and thanks to Ingeborg for hosting the AT challenge.  I just happened to take this photo and hope it fits the theme.