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During our last N’or Easter, my poor choke cherry tree took a hit.
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It’s an old ragged tree that was here when we moved in 20 years ago, but the blooms are lovely in the spring and the cherries are bright red in the fall… even if they are inedible.
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With all the rain and melting snow we’ve had, the high wind busted off quite a few limbs.
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So my husband went out to deal with the mess.
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And disturbed a few woodchucks who were sunning themselves on the stone wall in the process.
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It’s been a while since my husband has fired up the chain saw.
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And the fumes were toxic.
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But once the air cleared, my poor tree got a trim.
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And the wood shed got a pile of cherry.
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