Every time I find a Live oak....well..I have no regrets. I may be a thousand miles from nowhere but there is nothing so sweet as Southern air blowing through a Live oak covered with Spanish blowing like your lover's hair in the warm breezes of youth. The cold will come soon enough but these trees do not dress down for Winter.
We are at the farthest northern reach for both these trees, the moss and Cypress. What a trinity of beauty!