The golden oak
Aug. 19th, 2005 04:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The tree in my mother's front yard is as old as a few of my friendships. It now dwarfs the house. And it's an oak, a slow-growing tree. Jon, Guy: you're not just friends anymore. You're officially family. The tree says so.