Apples + Trees

I am my father's hitchhiking daughter.  Tonight I learned that my father hitchhiked from Seattle to Minnesota with only $1.56 in his pocket at the age of seventeen.  Along the way he slept under the stars in a storm drain by himself.  *sigh*  Its too soon to tell tall tales from my summer trip but I know he would laugh and nod in understanding.  In ten years I'll tell him.  I swear it.   

I am my mother's political daughter.  Yesterday I fought with some of my closest friends politically, not something I am happy about but feel compelled to speak my mind.  I am one of the "uncool" yet I can't help myself.  After a long day, I arrived at my parent's house late last night to find a shameless 3' x 6' sign on their front lawn touting their view...practically blocking the house.  And, I couldn't help but giggle.  Today my mother made phone calls for her candidate and I stand in awe of her dedication.   

I love the time that I am in.  

Tonight I watched as my dad exclaimed in admiration that his grandchildren's group picture "is the BEST picture that I have EVER SEEN!" ("Honey! Its true! Besides the group picture of our own kids.") as my mother waltzed by...dancing with herself across the living room while Roy Rogers yodeled in the background.

I love the time that I am in.  

Such good trees.  Such solid trees.  Such wonderfully magnificent complicated silly trees.