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
replace
d 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.
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