April 18, 2013 40 of 65 I Think That I Shall Never See a Street as Lovely as a Tree The huge blue spruce in front of our home in Wheat Ridge had been there longer than anyone could remember. The brick house had been built in the 1920s and was the home of CatherineContinue reading “DAY 40 – I THINK THAT I SHALL NEVER SEE A STREET AS LOVELY AS A TREE”