Part 1: The legendary Cypress tree and the belief in happiness
Ashford Wood in early autumn has a very different not as golden as ripe grain, not as white as the frost of early winter, but as soft as a woolen scarf wrapped around the oaks, maples, and sparse ash bushes. The path leading to the edge of the wood winds through a gently sloping meadow, where sheep graze with the indifference of those who always believe that tomorrow will come as promised. There, people still pass on an old story about a cypress standing alone on a small mound, not far from the the Happy Cypress .