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  • Something Pretty Mid-week

    This is the tulip that I accidentally knocked off its stem last week. I put it on the kitchen windowsill, and it really brightens the space. The pretty blue dolphin is a box the elder stidkid made me last year.

    a pretty reminder of the outside

    And a somber note, the nectarine’s leaves were truly shriveled and it just looked sick. So Tom put it out of its misery this past weekend. I am very sad, but rather than have the virus spread to the still-okay peach, I thought it best to cut it now. It’s much too late in the season to try to spray for control, and since the entire tree was involved (last year it was just “most” of the tree) I couldn’t just cut the affected branches or collect the few affected leaves (as I did with the peach last year).

    I wrote a poem in its honor today:

    The Nectarine

    The nectarine is dead,
    Only five years old.

    I mourn
    the loss of fruit
    that never came this year – or last –
    the leaves that shriveled in the spring
    and fell in the summer.

    I mourn the pretty pink flowers
    that won’t bloom again
    the sweet, round,
    warm fruit that sunripened and
    juices running down the chin,
    forgotten

    Gone.

    The nectarine is down, waiting for final disposition
    the trunk for a table leg, the branches
    infected all
    cannot be used

    they must be tossed aside
    like used tissues,
    waiting for pickup
    on garbage day.

    The nectarine is dead
    and already I have

    a different tree to plant, a hope

    for blossoms, fruit and shade

    in years to come.

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