Shirley's Tree

I have a tree that means a lot to me. It is about 13 years old. When my sister died, we were cleaning up her yard to get ready to sell her house and found baby red maple trees from her neighbors tree. She always loved that tree, so I took the babies and planted them in my yard. I am sending a picture of "Shirley's tree." I think of her often as I look at it.—Nancy LeRoy