My one remaining peach tree is blooming in my back yard with it’s little pink buds. I once had 3 but the rest died of old age. This one is old and it also fell completely over, roots exposed and all during a hurricane once and was replanted. It continued to produce after that. Every year another branch dies and I thought last year would be it, but there it is…..blooming. Fresh peaches were Kaitlyn’s favorite fruit. It is the first thing to begin blooming in my yard except for the wild daffodils in the underbrush next to our woods. I don’t want spring to come anymore. It only means one thing to me now. Nothing means the same thing anymore.
Wow, I’m full of bright sunshine. I’m sorry.
