This may be a premature introduction, but say hello to the only cherry tree that survived my collection of foodie paradise plantings my kids selected, dug holes for, then helped plant. I remember this gem of a beauty when it was just a three foot, dried up twig thinner than the circumference of my pinkie finger. It's a survivor of the flash flood and needs a new cherry tree family to keep it company.
Say hello to the last McIntosh apple tree that I own. It also did that curious slow lean I previously talked about, tipping all the way to the ground... I'm trying to figure out a way to save it because my kids and I are really fond of that tree. It was also a twiglet we planted right next to the cherry tree I introduced you to. It is located down field approximately 380 feet off of Bloody Bucket Road. The flowering Georgia peach, other orange, cherry and apple trees are all gone. If I can get this one to stand up with the chains and my Dad's tractor, I'll feel better about all that waste going on in the grove behind it... I need to clear the debris from the ground and selectively replant back there. That is our personal, private playground. A lovely camp ground I'm looking to redesign into something useful, full of beautiful eye candy and pretty, tastey fruit trees. Talking to Dad about doing a section in Bamboo because they mature in two years...
The art of survival requires you to fix your broken windows, one issue at a time... so off I go to muck out my play shed, clean the goop off what is left of my siding, and window shop... literally...
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