5.10.2009

May 8, 2009

White Dog and Steve tried to save our floundering miniature peach tree. Only 3' tall, it yielded only a handful of peaches each year that White Dog, Steve and I made a ritual of protecting from the birds until they were ripe enough to pluck and slice over vanilla ice cream. This Spring the tree failed to produce any leaves. Steve gave the tree extra water and compost. White Dog aerated the roots and kept the birds away. Both were forced to admit defeat when this evening's wind snapped the brittle tree in half. Not one to waste an opportunity, White Dog did attempt to drag the poor remains inside to trade.

2 comments:

K and S said...

Oh, sorry to hear about your tree - even with your valiant efforts! A branch for a trade - good thinking Siku!!

Please let mom and dad know we haven't fallen off the face of the earth, and have really missed your blog this week. We've been really busy and in the midst of alot of changes, but you have all been in our thoughts.

Happy Mother's Day!!

Kim, Shar, Prinnie, Digby and Duncan

Teddy Bear said...

I am so sad to hear about your peach tree. I hope that you guys can get another one next year. Those pesky birds!

Love,
Teddy Bear