Rubbish wonder

 

We have lived in our house with this somewhat messy garden / jungle for fifteen years. A five meter high tree has been an eye soar to my husband. It bends out over the main road and there's nothing much to it. I have seen birds building nests in the top, the cooling shadow under the tree and I've begged for mercy, begged for it's life.

  

 The main reason and my heaviest argument for letting the tree live, has been the flowers blossoming three weeks in April.Cherry flowers we thought.

  

Under the tree the ground was moist and rare plants like this ramsons , leek from the viking ages, thrive.

Gunnar made me a garden swing there, and I had a good time in my Secret Garden. My friend Anne persuaded me to cut some branches last autumn. "So many that one can throw a hat between the branches."

This autumn strange things began to happen with this ugly duckling.

It's grown even taller than last year, but with much light coming through.

 Gunnar came in from the garden with two green "stones". crab apple, I said. There actually is a crab apple tree near by. The other day Serina and I were out on inspection, and what did we see. Yellow, little plums lying in the grass. We tasted them. They were sweet as only plums can be.

Looking up we saw them, hidden among the leaves. Lots and lots of yellow plums. Turning water into wine counts for nothing, compared to turning a fruitless cherry tree into a bountiful plum tree .
The autumn's greatest joy and surprise.

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