It is easy to look back at a marriage through a distorted lens. How could I, moi, have been so totally wrong about choosing a mate? Thinking about trees and Arbor Day eventually led me to search out the photo album of courtship and newlyweddiness (take that, Stephen Colbert!). The color photos taken with my Kodak Brownie Starmite have browned and faded in the "magnetic" album pages. Still, they show a happy, creative young woman enjoying hiking trips and outings with her intended. I can tell you about the cucumber and cheese on whole wheat sandwiches, the dried cherries from the food co-op, and the "plain label" beer on these roadtrip picnics. My painting professor could tell you about the saving and wiping out, the letting go of the "precious", the uniting and defining, the underpainting and glazing. A marriage that created our three amazing sons could not have been entirely wrong. It might be time to alter my mental self-portrait, maybe fade it a bit, but tinge it with some ochre sunshine.