With a rare open Saturday, dad spent the day taking out the dead apricot tree (otherwise known as the ladder to the reservoir - he did it with his bare hands) and putting in the pluot tree we gave him for his birthday. I watched all day as this project progressed. I didn't want to lose that beautiful ivy overhang - but as you can see, the finished product looks great - perfectly positioned and now all we have to do is wait for the fruit - YUM!!!
Sunday, March 28, 2010
The Pluot
With a rare open Saturday, dad spent the day taking out the dead apricot tree (otherwise known as the ladder to the reservoir - he did it with his bare hands) and putting in the pluot tree we gave him for his birthday. I watched all day as this project progressed. I didn't want to lose that beautiful ivy overhang - but as you can see, the finished product looks great - perfectly positioned and now all we have to do is wait for the fruit - YUM!!!
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Oh...the old apricot tree - justice was meted out for regularly contributing to the delinquency of a minor. We'll miss the old trunk.
ReplyDeleteOH MY GOODNESS GRACIOUS!!!! Marybeth was doing her usual blog searching and came across this fun blog by the cornwalls. I was looking from a distance and noticed a new post. Marybeth is a speed racer and reader and went right past it to check on other posts below. This happens often that I am a step ahead or behind a post and the person in control scrolls down.
ReplyDeleteAnyway to my point. I asked Marybeth what this post was all about. I thought mom spelled "plot" wrong. Then I realized. My jaw dropped, I could not believe what my eyes read and saw. We have a lot of little boys that will be eventually kicking and throwing balls over the fence. Daniel practically did it this past weekend. Dad you are filled with testosterone to do that. We should at least had some sort of ceremony. I would have liked to climb on it one last time.
Sorry for the long comment. I have a lot of mixed emotions at the moment. But so long and thanks for the memories.
This is Robbie for those that could not figure that out
I still can not believe it
ReplyDeleteSorry boys. It was not to last, with or without Dad's rush of testosterone. The apricot has been dead enough years that behind the bark was nearly sawdust. (This also means that taking it down was a little easier.) This sooner-than-later timing will give the new stone fruit arbor time to grow... along with 3 little grandsons. Who knows what branches may sturdily sprout to give access to future ball shaggers.
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