When we moved into our home some 15 plus years ago, there was this little tree planted by our front door in the middle of a flower bed. I love trees and I had to look up in the 'tree dictionary' to find out what kind it was. It turned out to be a Golden Rain Drop Tree. Today, it is getting too big to be so close to the house...but trees are special to me. I never could get flowers to grow in the flower bed under the tree....I tried every shade plant I could find and nothing ever did well. So I had Ken build a little deck around the tree and put the wrought iron furniture we inherited from our Mother on the deck.
Ken is enjoying the yard this year in a very different way. He is not able to do the yard work he so loves to do. Yet he loves the beauty and is accepting that others can do the work and life is beautiful even when others do it in a different way.