May 14, 1896. Grandfather on the front row to the right.grandfather, father and sister. A moment of family photographed by my mom. My dad died 31 years ago today.
Microclimate, soil, genetics, on board afflictions. This Bur oak has yet to leaf out. Fifty feet away is another individual who has had a flush of growth, producing new stems replete with leaves. Nature is an enduring mystery.