Albizia julibrissin

JIt was just like any other older neighborhood along the riverbanks. Rows of homes built year after year, differing in style; just like the families in each one. One home most of all was present. Shingles hung limp and scattered from the turret; a Queen Anne Style home. From that very tower was the room she was born in, one-hundred- something years ago. In that very room she danced the dance of love with her seasoned mariner husband; in that room she gained a legacy, and many a loss; each one passing