He bought the house on Sun View Lane on a bright day. I watched him move in his green couch and boxes from the attic window. He was tall, maybe even six feet, with brown hair and green eyes. He was mesmerizing. His yard was large but plain and begged to be gardened. He must have sensed this because that weekend he brought a few young trees home. The first tree to be planted was an Eastern Redbud. It was short and squat but would prove to be majestic when the season changed and the head was decorated with the loveliest pink blossoms. The second tree to marry the Earth was a sweet pear tree. Its branches were already swollen with growing fruit. The pears seemed to liven in color when he covered the trees' roots in soil and watered it's drying branches. The last tree was the tallest and already mighty in maturity. It was a Pecan tree, no doubt bought to give shade from the relentless sun that gave truth to the street name. It's leaves were green and healthy, waiting to serve their new home.
That day he turned his house into a home, and his yard into a garden. Five years later, he held me beside the Pecan Tree and made me his wife.
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