...is looking like a cord of firewood.
The tree service is here cutting down the cherry trees on my street, the ones next to the mailbox. I had heard that the trees were not well and would be removed this year, but I don't know what botanical malady they had. Last spring they flowered as nicely as ever, and when the blossoms fell they looked like snow and reminded me of when I was a little girl and I played in the falling blossoms of the cherry trees in my grandparents' yard.
Well, next spring I won't be stepping on the cherries and leaving purple stains on the floor, at least.
Posted by Nic at November 23, 2005 01:42 PM | TrackBack