and I grumble that this was not the best decision we ever made.
This morning--a gray, blustery day when my energy level kept registering empty-- the tree redeemed itself.
I sat down for breakfast and realized the kitchen was glowing gold. There was the chestnut tree outside the window:
Almost all the color on our hills has become brown mulch, but the chestnut with its prickly personality decided not to follow the crowd and instead put on a show when it was ready. It has my gratitude.