The crab apple tree.
It lives in our neighbor’s yard, but shares with us. I have a love/hate relationship with this tree. The shade that is offered during the summer months is appreciated. But then the crab apples ripen. The squirrels eat a few bites and then drop them as well as the bits. Flies love the partially eaten apples. And my love the tree weens daily as I walk through the mess.
It lives in our neighbor’s yard, but shares with us. I have a love/hate relationship with this tree. The shade that is offered during the summer months is appreciated. But then the crab apples ripen. The squirrels eat a few bites and then drop them as well as the bits. Flies love the partially eaten apples. And my love the tree weens daily as I walk through the mess.
Then there was this.
The blooms on the tree were pretty spectacular before this happened. Stepping out of the garage to see such a pretty site in the yard was quite a welcome home. Our cement slab has never looked so pretty. Another reason to find peace with the crab.
The blooms on the tree were pretty spectacular before this happened. Stepping out of the garage to see such a pretty site in the yard was quite a welcome home. Our cement slab has never looked so pretty. Another reason to find peace with the crab.
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