This is two of the people, almost two years ago on the Greek island of Santorini (oh em gee...unbelievable gorgeousness!), posing with the tiny olive tree they bought. The tree was named "Finona" (a girl tree, apparently) and smuggled back to Doha in a backpack. This was no small feat, as it required living through the rest of a cruise (perched in the tiny, round window), time in Athens, planes, trains, and automobiles, airline security in Athens and in Istanbul, and being trapped in a backpack for a very long time.
And this is Finona today.
Of course, young Master Hank is also the exact same height as his father.
Trees and childrens. They grows.
You're giving me a serious case of wanderlust this morning! I mean, who can say "oh yeah, that's an olive tree on my porch"?! Answer- none of America.
ReplyDeleteGood thing I'll be getting on a plane soon, it just won't be long enough!