Name that tree

Yesterday (in “A new leaf”) I reported on moving house, ending with so, so tired — bone-exhausted — but extremely far from settled in [at Avant, my new place], just enough to take my meds and eat some food. Barely able to speak anymore. … Now it’s nap or pass out. But I digressed long enough to comment on the pleasures that a wall of windows affords me, among them … a beautiful big tree filling much of the space just outside my window I then had one of the world’s great midday naps, long and deep, an immensely satisfying kaleidoscopic story dream with an astounding sound track. I was then equipped to get through the rest of it, during which I was unable to work through any of the routines of my daily life without strokes of great error, utter confusion, and incomprehensible ignorance. But persevered. Meanwhile the number of things I have embarked on posting about has soared towards the triple digits (meaning that I will fail at a lot of it and will have to learn to live with that).…