When one re-sets “home” as a destination, landmarks become quite useful. For Mister and me, a giant pine tree is serving as a sign to turn down the road home.

 

I grew up with pine trees. Lots of them. But here in the L.A. area, I don’t always see too many. When I realized the giant beauty above was on the corner of a nearby street, I was all smiley. This big boy is visible from a few blocks away, and I can even spot it in the dark.

 

Yesterday I stood beneath the tree and took this photo. Something about the bark brought me comfort. The green needles calmed me. The scent warmed my soul.

 

Until we’re used to our new neighborhood, this giant pine tree will continue to beckon us home. God help us if it’s ever cut down, because honestly, we’ll probably depend on its presence for all time.

 

Besides – it’s lover-ly.

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