Who knows how or when we found it.
But it's one of those things that has become a tradition for Claire and I.
Every year we drive up into the mountains to see a tree. Yes..."a" tree. But it's not just any tree! It's a tree that turns the prettiest shades of color each fall.
We have lots of gold, brown and orange around us in Frydlant...but not a lot of red.
This tree is unique in that it has branches with all the colors! I have no idea if it's a tree that was grafted or planted specifically by someone, or if God just made it that way. But it's so unusual that we go see it every year just to marvel at its beauty.
Claire and I were alone this week-end (Dave is still in the States, Caleb is in Rome) so it was the perfect way to spend part of a Sunday afternoon together, visiting our tree!
**Thanks to Claire for the photos of the tree.