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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Hands up for The Hallelujah Chorus - live at Handel On The Street - Apri...

Georg Friedrich Handel suffered a severe brain stroke April 13th 1737.
Through several wonders he managed to recover from paralysis and also retrieve his creative powers again.

Only to dump down into deep depression caused by lack of success, lack of money, and adversities among the musicians. His creative vein had drained out, he felt.
"Oh, why, Lord, why did you save me, just to let me down as a failure?" he asked. He was delivered a new script as he lay bedridden, but he hardly bothered to open it. When he finally did, in the middle of the night, his inner shutters were flung wide open. He found the Messiah. All the familiars prophesies collected into one huge masterpiece.
April 13th 1742, 270 years ago, the premier performance was held in Dublin. Great success. Handel was reborn.

He wouldn't receive money for his masterpiece, but gave it to charity.
To prisons and hospitals. "I was ill, but was cured. I was a prisoner, but was set free", he said.
Towards the end of his life Handel became blind. He still conducted.
For the last time he stood on the stage, waving, "The trumpets shall sound".
He fell down and said, "I hope I die on Good Friday."
The year was 1859 and Good Friday fell on April 13th.
Handel had twice experienced resurrection on earth that very date, now he waited the third resurrection in heaven.

Yesterday was Friday April 13th, and daughter Serina was present to celebrate "Handel on the Streets" in Dublin. She was overwhelmed. The video was made two years ago.