I can’t quite grasp even yet that Memorial Day weekend is upon us, but there’s no denying the sharp increase in number of people in town and a greatly stepped-up pace of business in every direction. As for weather, the temperature feels like summer, and wind is brisk. Big, blue Lake Michigan had plenty of whitecaps and surf early this morning. (Deborah, don't jump on that rock!)
A shocking sight greeted us yesterday near home. Despite innumerable examples of apple trees pruned over a lifetime to remain close to the ground, with flat, low crowns, our local power company decided that the century-old apple along our driveway must be completely removed, i.e., cut down. As if that weren’t bad enough, insult was added to slaughter, the tree cut down in full bloom. Though I salvaged a few branches for a vase, we are heartsick. There is no shortcut to a long relationship, and there is no replacing an old tree. Thanks be to all the powers that we have a young dog keeping us focused on life. 
And the cherry blossoms are still breath-taking, both in the orchards and in the woods. We are lucky to be here.
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Vandals.
Plant another tree. I know, I know, but you have to start somewhere.
The happy look on Sarah's face is exactly how I would look if I were there . . . well,I wouldn't have the dog hair or have 4 feet on the beach but I would certainly have that smile. Sarah - enjoy that for both of us!
We planted two new little apple trees and a plum tree a couple of years ago. Just hate to lose an old friend.
Deborah, don't you just love the way her ear is flying back in the wind? Cracks me up. Reminds me of Nikki, with her one ear up and one ear down.
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