Quick flashback! I’m in seventh grade. My homeroom/science teacher announces we have a huge project to do. He gives us a huge list of leaves we need to find.
“Oh! I know this leaf. Pucca, I know this leaf! Betty look!” I don’t know why I showed the dog… Anyways, this leaf was special. This is one of those leaves (unlike birches, which i couldn’t identify to save my life) that sticks with you.
This was a ginkgo leaf. The ginkgo tree is practically prehistoric (learn more here) and something I never thought I’d see again. After all, in seventh grade I got the leaf during our leaf walk at the local college (I think they had been a gift from another college in Japan, but don’t quote me on that).
But, here was a ginkgo leaf in Ohio. And I wanted to find that tree…
My daughter entered fourth grade (no longer a preschooler). And in September, I still hadn’t found the tree. My husband had been looking for the past year. He hadn’t found it either. I had given up hope, but those leaves I found kept me looking.
It was the start of November. They started leaf pickup in our town. Up the street I passed by this huge pile of yellow leaves. Leaves that have taunted me for seven years now. I looked at the house and saw similar leaves all over the garage roof. The ginkgo tree grows in the backyard.
And as I found this tree, my daughter found an other on the street her grandfather lives on. And my husband found another across the street from the funeral homes. When it rains, it pours ginkgo trees!
Have you ever had a “personal mystery” like mine?
Do you have a favorite tree?