the apple tree lies low and center, and fallen for 9 years, the redwood snag crumbled and fell to but the sturdy redwood still towers over the yard.
“Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,/ Whether the summer clothe the general earth/ With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing / Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch / Of mossy apple tree.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
