“Would you like to join me?” I asked my husband. He was startled. He had plans, and I wanted to drive 131 miles one way to see some trees.

“A ginkgo?” he echoed. “Is this a joke?”

“They are golden,” I replied. “And Blandy has one of the largest, if not THE largest, grove of ginkgoes in North America.” He said he would let me know.

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