There is a special place in New Orleans that I step over with childlike amazement.
I named this tree Knobby. She's grown into the sidewalk.
Here she is in all her glory.
New Orleans is filled with streets lined with these great big old trees. On the parade route beads hang from their branches. I love this tree so much because it tells me I'm near my friend's house. Even in a city I can rely on natural landmarks instead of my ever-failing directional sense. Hurray for that.