Common ash

... or not so common here in Scandinavia.
This gorgeous specimen happens to live in our back yard.

If someone haven't yet noticed, I love trees :D
I become attached trees everywhere , even if tree is "stranger" to me isn't mine. Those trees I see every day are like friends...
(I still mourn for one specially beautiful hawthorn tree with rose blooms, which they cut down from Kotka a couple of years ago, because they wanted to build some real estate there...)

This is ash is mine. It has grown in this yard since my great- grandparents times. If it depend's on me, it will still grow here when I'm old woman.