That big gnarled Japanese Coral tree. Landscape architects and gardeners would offer to buy it regularly but we never considered selling it. During the summer while in full bloom and covered in masses of vibrant red flowers the tree used to audibly hum with bees. Coming back from a summer swim I used to run up that path to the front door so I wouldn’t get stung. Running and bees don’t really mix but I couldn’t help it. Those same flowers once attracted an escaped juvenile African Grey parrot. I spent days scheming to capture that parrot by building ever more elaborate parrot catching devices in the garage. The final device involved an old badminton net, a retrieve your golf ball from the water extension pole thing, duct tape and some copper tubing. It didn’t work, the parrot figured out what I was up to and never returned. Neither did the umbrella which I thought might float me gently down to earth a la Mary Poppins when I leapt from the roof. I’ll blame it on growing up under high-voltage power lines.