If a tree falls in the back yard,
and I didn’t hear it fall… did it really fall?
You better believe it fell! After
my stealth husband and his ever ready chainsaw discovered more wood for the
burn-pile. And everyone knows that the biggest burn-pile in the neighborhood
wins—or burns down the neighborhood, which ever comes first.
So who cares if another tree hits
the dust?
Let me be clear: My favorite
strawberry tree WAS one of three, strategically placed, lovely trees. For seven
years I watched and waited for the trees to produce a bit of shade. Finally, at
six feet tall they gave me red bark, yellow blossoms, red berry thingies and
some blessed shade. Strawberry trees resemble Manzanitas with pretty ornaments
dangling among the shiny green foliage. They thrive in heat and freezing
temperatures. I imagined they would live forever … little did I know I would
end up with a nub and a leaf.
Subsequently, someone has lost his
chainsaw-privileges.
Here are some tips on planting
your own strawberry tree.

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