When we moved into our current house a very old cherry tree bloomed regularly each spring in the backyard. But like all things mortal, the tree grew old, grew barren and died.
The stump lived on, however, and continued to mark the spot where pink flowers once bloomed on its branches.
Last winter our fence gave up the ghost and was replaced this spring. During construction of the new fence the old stump had to go. But not entirely. It was sawed into pieces, and the biggest piece, turned upside down, now has place of honor on our patio.
The faithful old cherry tree, once bore beautiful blossoms. Now part of it will bear cheese platters and drinks. And remind us of pink blossoms and long ago springs.