Eric bought a really fancy new camera, and once he stops throwing up, I'll have him take some new pics of me and the girls (you know, because the blog needs an update) and of the Chanin dress, which is pretty much finished.In the meanwhile, I want to talk trees. How I love them, almost to the point of ridiculousness. Tree hugging and all that. Life-giving force and all that.
When my gram was sending down all those boxes of stuff last year, this little book was in one of them:
It's leather bound, and was published in 1920. I got it out because I wanted to try to identify this magnificent beast, which presides over our backyard: