It is a cold cold spring. Freezing nights sabotage my hopeful plants. The leaves froze off a young fig tree, a persimmon, a pomegranite, young grape plants and a paw-paw. I think the apple tree is dead. It tried to put out new leaf buds in November and used up all its strength I think. This is not apple country.
What survives survives.
I could add to the list of pleasures just standing in my ratty little garden.
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