Daddy's Tree

My dad gave me this tree 14 years ago, the year before he passed away. He called and said he was coming over with a "free" tree which he had gotten. Well, it was this pathetic little twig,  stuffed into a plastic bag. So, I planted it in a berm out front, nursed it year after year, and now it's a beauty.

If you look closely, you can see icicles hanging from the tips of the branches, thanks to the last (hopefully) snow storm of the season. I'm not complaining, though. Afterall, this IS Wisconsin, it's early spring, and as we're told in Ecclesiastes, "To everything there is a season".