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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Sometimes, those nasty winds do you a favor!


When winds batter this coast, and dead branches fly all over the yard, I do not panic any more.  All this action will get rid of deadwood, branches that cannot produce fruit or bloom. 

This apple tree has been   duly punished all winter long.  The few branches that remain are full of new blossoms, ready to burst into fruit clusters.

These same winds can throw branches right through the roof. Ouch!


These barren branches will become tepees for my pole beans.
Nothing will go to waste

Everything has a purpose in the big scheme of life.

15 comments:

Barry said...

I agree, the winds are nature's pruners!

Brian Miller said...

nothing will go to waste...i like that...

Hilary said...

Ahh yes.. and nicely illustrated.

Journaling Woman said...

It is true, in nature nothing goes to waste.

Eva Gallant said...

Mother Nature was way ahead of us on this recycling thing!

Sophia said...

I like that, everything has a purpose! :) I miss my nice, big backyard!!! :)

jinksy said...

To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heavens...

Elisabeth said...

It's always best to get rid of the dead wood, isn't it. To make room for the new.

Tabor said...

I was just thinking the other day how sometimes the heavy snow fall trims the trees nicely...of course, in my yard, there is some ugly damage as well.

NitWit1 said...

I have read that hurricanes, despite their apparent violence, replenish oxygen in the atmosphere.

The architect of the universe certainly created interesting interactions which balance our existence.

Unfortunately, we, not recognizing this phenomenon, have unbalanced so many of of these interactions.

Linda at Lime in the Coconut! said...

Nature knows...nature knows.

ellen abbott said...

Every week when we get home to the country house, we have to go round and pick up all the branches that have fallen during the week.

Debbie said...

I never thought about how useful the wind is in that manner!

Woman in a Window said...

here, my silly sentimental picture for you, a dream i have:

it's an eclipsed photo, solar flare at the top of her head and at her knee. she is crouched in the soil, her bum sticking out behind her threatening to touch the earth. her hand is awning to her eyes but all for naught. she smiles. it spills out from the framework of her face. she holds a gardening spade on a slight angle and the tip threatens to puncture soil. but none of that matters. what matters is who holds the camera. he - brighter, warmer, more flare than the sun itself. he'll set the camera down and go to her there. lend a hand. draw her up. there will be no planting of the garden today, and as they leave, the sun will fill the frame.

xo
erin

lostinsophistication said...

A beautiful post; appreciating life is all about seeing the possibilities in everything. Like how order is born from chaos, and beauty from despair.