“I don’t know what it’s called, but that’s my favorite tree.”

My favorite tree? Wow, I like apple trees because you know, you can pick the fruit. You gotta an old crabapple tree out by some property I own, and it’s probably been there forever since I’ve known it. I’ve been there– my grandparents had bought the property, homesteaded property actually, in the early twentieth–late nineteenth early twentieth-century. I’m not sure that tree hasn’t been there forever. But, right now I live in an apartment building in town, and there’s some kind of an old — and I don’t even know what it is, kind of an old raggedy straggly old tree out back. And the summer it shows up with leaves and it’s gorgeous and it’s glorious. And I’m sure it has some kind of a name, but I don’t know what it is, but it softens the landscape for me in the summer. It kinda blocks the sun from my windows and gives me some privacy from prying neighbors. And so I don’t know what it’s called, but that’s my favorite tree.