Once upon a time, there was a wonderful woman named Maryse...
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Three months after planting, here is how Maryse's tree looks today. It has been raining on and off the past month and this area was weeded quite often to keep the bad growth at bay. New growths on the young tree appear consistently in new young leaves on new branches. Today, there is a flock of ibis feeding as seen in the West-Northwest view. The ficus tree is planted in the SE corner in the Southeast Expansion Area (SEA) of Montgomery Botanical center.
This view is West...
... West-NorthWest...
... and NorthWest...
Visiting this tree always evokes painful memories only I can experience.
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Musician: Louis Armstrong
Music and Lyrics: Anonymous
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Touch
Music and Lyrics by Seal and Mark Batson
Vocalist: Seal
Without your touch I've been lost without the things I love
Without your kiss I've been dreaming of the things I miss
Your eyes, your mouth, your lips, your touch
(Your eyes), (your mouth), (your face), (your touch)
Who am I (Who am I)
There to tell (I'm not to tell)
What will be (what will be), no one knows, (still)
Who am I (I need to know)
There to tell (What time itself)
What will be (Will it show) well let it be
Each day we miss, I remember times I used to kiss
Your mouth (Your mouth), your eyes (your eyes), your face (your face), your touch (your touch)
But Who am I (Who am I)
There to tell (I'm not to tell)
what will be (What will be), well no one knows, (still)
Who am I (I need to know)
There to tell (What time itself)
what will be (Will it show) well let it be
(Still I need to know), (What time itself), (Will really show)
(Still I need to know), (What time itself), (Will really show)
And I say
Who am I (Who am I)
There to tell (I'm not to tell)
What will be (What will be) well, no one knows, (still)
Who am I (I need to know)
There to tell (What time itself)
what will be (Will it show) well let it be
Who am I (Who am I)
There to tell (I'm not to tell)
what will be (what will be), well no one knows, (still)
Who am I (I need to know)
There to tell (What time itself)
what will be (Will it show) Well let it be
Your mouth, your eyes, your face, your touch
Your touch, your touch, your touch, your touch.
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Sweet Memories
Vocalist: Willie Nelson
Music and Lyrics: Mickey Newbury (1968)
My world is like a river as dark as it is deep
Night after night the past slips in and gathers all my sleep
My days are just an endless stream of emptiness to me
Filled only by the fleeting moments of her memories
Sweet memories sweet memories...
She slipped into the silence of my dreams last night
Wandering from room to room turning on each light
Her laughter spills like water from the river to the sea
And I'm swept away from sadness clinging to her memories
Sweet memories sweet memories...
