My cousin was here the other day and was adventurous enough to stand in my oak tree so I could photograph it. I love my tree... it had to have been here when the Spanish were trekking around looking for the Fountain of Youth..grin If it could only talk...Imagine all the history it could tell a person about this area of Texas. I can just see Indians camping under it as a young tree.. or cowboys tying their horses to it while they got water from our creek out back. Maybe some night I will sit out under the stars and listen to it... you never know...
And isn't she amazing... looks in her 40s...
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