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We have a home of our own now. Planting a tree was on my bucket list for when we put our roots down. We, and when I say we I mean my children and I, decided to plant a desert willow.
I went alone to pick up the tree. On my way, I called my kids to ask what we’d call it. Their response was decisive–Gladys, after Grandma’s dear friend who’s passed on.
Gladys, memorialized by a desert willow, seemed so fitting. The tree has flexible, delicate limbs that dance in the wind. Vibrant pink flowers add to it’s elegance. Yet this tree is not to be confused with something fragile. This tree, like Gladys, is fortitude enveloped in beauty and grace–flourishing on little water. A much-needed shade in the desert, thornless and welcoming, this tree’s fragrance lingers in the air…just like our memories of Gladys.