Joan recommended a local nursery. Our first decision was
what kind of tree.
Lynn said an oak—“that is how I think of Andrew-big and
strong”.
I knew for me that it would not be an oak. I wanted a weeping cherry.
John was not sure but was not initially keen on a weeping cherry. He was not
sure how it would look. The ones near our house he did not like.
Well the
question would have to wait. As it turned out,we did not see any nice weeping cherries that fall.
The nurseryman said he would call around and see if anybody else had one,
explaining that the best selection is usually in early spring when they dig all
the trees that will be sold that year.
This wait seemed to be what we needed at
the time.
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