Today, I woke up and took my tea to the flowering crabapple by the pond. Two weeks ago, at the height of its flowering, the crabapple lost a branch to the high winds. It hung down alongside its trunk for two days, a dispiriting symbol of tragedy. The parks crew cleaned it away, and now only half a tree is there—its mournful stump cut clean by the conservancy staff.
crabapple liturgies
crabapple liturgies
crabapple liturgies
Today, I woke up and took my tea to the flowering crabapple by the pond. Two weeks ago, at the height of its flowering, the crabapple lost a branch to the high winds. It hung down alongside its trunk for two days, a dispiriting symbol of tragedy. The parks crew cleaned it away, and now only half a tree is there—its mournful stump cut clean by the conservancy staff.