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Late Freezes

In the spring of '23, at first, all looked pretty and free. The first year in our new home, we anticipated a beautiful canopy as the trees began to bear buds and beautiful blossoms. But then came a late freeze and changed the flow of green. The results were huge, and the flowers and trees probably were a bit confused. No different from you or myself, they retreated to return later. Indeed, they did return but came with lots of limbs and leaves. So, this summer, the peaches and plums were nonexistent. All of mankind has learned to never take it personally, because whether it's bad weather or a dreaded disease, life and Mother Nature will often refuse to please. Our Crape Myrtles were not nearly as lovely as last year. Yet, they are doing their best with never a tear. And the peach and plum trees have not a single fruit. The young pecan tree died but fortunately, not from the root. Two out of three mulberry bushes somehow managed and made it. Although young, they were fruitful and in them, there was 'no quit'. They endured both the challenges and the climate change; and they wisely built defenses, making adjustments and rearrangements. 090523PS

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