The End of the Peach Tree
Last week, I had Dave come over with his chainsaw to take down my Peach tree. Way back in 2004, I wrote an entry in this journal, titled: "In Search of the Perfect Peach". Here is what I wrote:
Last Sunday I had the chance to do one of my favorite things: take the truck and wander the back roads exploring the countryside. I took a small ( Read more... )
Last Sunday I had the chance to do one of my favorite things: take the truck and wander the back roads exploring the countryside. I took a small ( Read more... )
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The back yard looks better without that sickly Peach tree.
I now have 2 Apple trees to care for.
*Hug*
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Hope all is well! You've been fairly absent from LJ and we miss you when you don't post and comment.
HUGS!
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Fall is always a busy season for me as I am under pressure to get lots of things done before the cold weather starts. Plus I am still dealing with some underlying depression, so I tend not to post as much. The testosterone blockers seem to be making me rather moody too. All together my head is not in a very good place these days!
I start the radiation treatments next Wednesday, after another X-Ray on Tuesday.
I will try to post another update soon.
Thanks for the e-Hugs, they are much appreciated.
*Hugs* in return.
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I keep finding old peach pits in my garden. For decades, whenever my grandmother ate a peach, she'd throw the pit into the garden to see if a tree would grow. One finally did grow, but my mother had it cut down while she lived here.
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It is surprising how long it takes for peach pits to decompose in the ground. Pinecones and Spruce cones are like that too.
Your grandmother's passive approach to growing a peach tree amuses me. ;-)
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I'm a bit like that too, just toss it in there and see what comes up if it's a crop I might like but don't absolutely need. "Here you go, soil, do what you want with it."
She was a bit of a rebel gardener, just like I turned out to be. :D
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