Gingko Tree

It was our ginkgo tree. Our first home, the loft we renovated together, had a postage stamp of grass and this tree that would drop its leaves overnight, like it had changed clothes by morning. 10 years ago today, we gathered up these leaves into little paper bags and tied string around the tops. Two days later, they were thrown up into the air while we left our wedding reception in Oxford. I found a yellow leaf tucked inside my shoe when we got to the hotel room. Every year on this same week, the ginkgo tree puts on this show for our anniversary.