Echos of Home

I heard a train horn before I got up this morning. There is something about that sound that instantly transports me to my hometown (Minot, ND). From my bed, I can hear it echoing in the distance in just the same way that I used to hear it from my bed in my parents' house.

With my eyes closed, I can travel through time.

Yellowwood

In the fall of 2005, after Matt and I bought our home, we planted a Yellowwood tree (Cladrastis kentukea) together.