The eye is pleased with things in odd numbers, when the number of things is low enough to be able to tell. So, three trees, right?
There will be four members of that family when this goes to its recipients. One tree for each of them, because you don’t want to leave anybody out.
I wrestled with those conflicting ideas; each redwood is up the hill from the one before so I’ve had time to stare and study and decide. But in the end, that baby won: he is getting his own. (Starting in a couple more rows.)
They are all done gansey style rather than in a lace pattern that would present more obviously because yes I have yarn overs where the waves lap the shore below, but where the blanket will be covering the baby up while he’s very little? Let’s keep that a solid fabric. For warmth. For at least partially avoiding little fingers yanking on the holes. And because I’m the knitter and I said so. 