The Cherry Tree
Ever since I was a kid, there were two trees outside my house, an apple tree and a cherry tree. As a kid I'd eagerly await the day when they'd bear fruit that I could eat. The trees were basically on their last legs though. In my lifetime, I've only gotten one apple out of the apple tree, and nothing from the cherry tree. Eventually, the apple tree died and we cut it down. Now all that's left is the cherry tree. As of writing, it's mid-February. The tree is pale and weak. You can see it's various scars, from where my father has trimmed down to keep the tree going just a bit longer. Even though it happens every year, it's always eerie. But today I saw, on one branch, three small flower bulbs. They were bright green, in contrast to the grey sky and desaturated wood. And if you look really close, you can see the pink petals hiding inside. Seems like he still has some life in him.