I am forever trying to mimic the lush vegetation and wooded landscape of my childhood. My attempts are feeble at best given I now live in the high desert of Utah.
Azaleas and dogwoods may not grow here, but we do have maple trees. Every May their helicopters (seed pods) litter the ground. As we watch them tumble and twirl in the breeze I am home--home here and home there. Happiness.