When my father died in 1998, my office mates gave me a gift certificate to buy something for the garden in memory of my Dad. Mark and I decided on a Ginkgo biloba which we planted right off the deck. It is visible from the main living spaces in the house so I see it all the time and think of my dad, who was the gardener in our family.
It is one of the main stars of the garden, never more than at this season when its leaves turn a clear, soft yellow. Typically the leaves fall all at once when frost hits the tree, something that has not happened yet. When the leaves first drop, they are as smooth and pliable as a piece of silk. I often pick one up to enjoy the sensation of rubbing it between my fingers as I wander the garden remebering my Dad.