What trees

My sis posted this found note for me to her Facebook page.
"What trees does Tawny have in her backyard?"
Is this code for something?
Actually, it reminds me of the wartime Agatha Christie novels: Why Didn't They Ask Evans?, or N, or M? Strange title, unfamiliar protagonist, pseudo-modern plot.
Nonsensical and strangely comforting.

I Heart Lists

Knock-knock.

Who's there?

Control freak.

Contr--

Say Control Freak who? Say it! Say Control Freak who?

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It comforts me deeply to find other people's lists. Grocery lists left in shopping carts. To-do lists blowing around on the street. Finding a list tells me that I'm not alone. That others have the same need to quantify life, to order it, to write down pieces of the puzzle and then (oh this part is satisfying), check them off. Here's a list I found today in the grass off NE 75th. It's a checksheet I guess. On the back is written in black marker, "WF."