The cherry tree has woken up over the last week or so.
The older-than-us Meyer lemon keeps on offering more.
The olive tree is feeding the squirrels and jays, and judging by the wildly-flailing tails and paws and leaps to safety, the tastiest parts are at the outermost tips of the very flimsiest branches. *headdust*
The peaches continue one after another after another in the expected sequence of future ripening.
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The Fuji has four flowers open and the other apple almost has its first….
I look forward to being able to tell the grandkids to go pick whatever they want when it’s ripe. And still there there will be room to run around and play in as they get bigger and the trees do too. And to climb on.