Pacific Northwest Gardening: Apropos of Nothing v.4, 1 by

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I still can't sing without thinking of my dad. It makes me cry just to remember singing with him. My voice just won't work. I'll have to try your advice for that, Holly, because I surely do miss it a lot. He had the most beautiful voice.

I can't believe it's time for a tree. Every year this creeps up on me without my noticing it. Last year someone gave me a 'GASP' white tree, the fake kind. I LOVED it! I put a lot of lights on it and covered it with sparkly glass ornaments. Here's a picture. I had forgotten about the tree until I was in the attic looking for something else.