The little apple tree was a folly in the face of time and the vagaries of weather. Leafless, skinny, it sat in it’s little plot of dirt through the cold winter and come spring, grudgingly gave out a few leaves. Somehow it weathered the drought summer with me carefully monitoring the soil and judiciously applying scarce water. Then another winter, a screwy winter with no winter and little rain giving anyone hope.
And then, on a quiet spring morning, this delicate gift arrives.
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We all need hope. Thanks for a dose of it!
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