That Darned Old Tree

All fall and winter I curse that crab apple tree in the pasture. It’s prickly limbs that fall off or have to be trimmed give injuries even to my gloved hands everytime. But now…in the spring…full glorious blossoms (double blossoms this year to make up for the freeze of ’07) in pinkish white that make the valley come alive with happy honeybees and happy cows that like the shade and use those prickly low hanging branches to scratch that itch! I sing praises now to that “darned old tree.”