On Memorial Day I looked out my kitchen window and my next door neighbor was digging a hole in my back yard. When I went outside to see what was going on, he told me had just bought a tree and was planting it for me. Two of his nephews were helping him. Three grown men giving me this beautiful, thoughtful gift. The only reason they gave is that they knew I was missing the trees that had to be cut down last year due to disease. What a delight! This is a family that no one wanted in our neighborhood because of his race. How blessed for me to be the recipient of such generosity! It made my heart sing all day!