This morning I'm filled with thankfulness. Thankfulness for a tree that produced literally thousands of peaches over the past eight or so years. It has had a battle with the borer insect the last several years but once treated after the season has returned with wonderful fruit. Each year the peaches were different in size but always the tree was loaded, more than plenty to share and freeze.
This year the tree put out blooms, pretty and pink. Then we had a late freeze. When it warmed up the tree did not. It was sick, very sick. So sick it did not make it.
I love the shape of this tree. I would sit in my reading chair and enjoy watching it deliver peaches for the squirrels and us. The squirrels loved them as much as I did. It was just beautiful.
Today it will get cut down. Yes, it is dead. I know. This is like losing a sweet old friend. I know that I can't replace it but maybe we will try something else in its spot one day. I know the whole look of that corner of the yard will be a shocking change. I might cry real tears.
I'm thankful for the years this peach tree lived and was a part of our landscape. I took a night picture of it with an interesting sky backdrop.
.
Comments