This tradition has been passed down three generations of trees. A measly three years in human time, yet who knows how long in the land of trees. It is a tradition I hope survives the test of time, and with proper documentation…in the form of a family ‘tree’ (ha!), I hope that years from now we can look back and giggle a little bit. In the beginning, it seemed to be a silly little game we played, but now we look forward to it. The adoption and naming of the tree.
It began three years ago with grandfather tree. His name: Tree Tree. Simple, precise, to the point.
His legacy lived on last year through his son: Red Green. Colorful, upbeat, and festive.
This year, we have a beautiful, majestic, sophisticated tree. Grand-daughter of Tree Tree, daughter of Red Green…