. . . gone with the wind . . .

. . . my tree is a girl . . .

. . . her name is ashley . . .

{remember when she slimmed down a couple of years ago? 

it didn't last. she's back to being a full-figured gal}

. . . she is a shamel ash . . .

. . . a female shamel ash . . .

. . . how do i know this? . . .

. . . it's easy to tell 

by the billions and billions 

of seeds she drops . . . 

. . . heavens . . .

. . . and say there happens 

to be a wind storm . . .

. . . like there was this afternoon . . .

. . . those seeds end up 

as floaties in the pool . . .

. . . if you have a choice, 

i'd recommend 

a male ash tree . . .

. . . but, i suppose 

you could still name it ashley . . . 

{see: gone with the wind}