the book i read may be the book i've been reading for years that i waited to be written, the overstory, telling the story of lives lived by trees. 

i remember we had three sibling trees dad planted on the hill front yard but they died as we grew apart and divorced and they were three dead trees on the front hill yard in the long rectangular face of the mustard house and we were gone. 

 o how i wish i could stay abed reading about the people of the trees.