Apple blossoms are one of the flower symbols of eternity, so they are a fitting illustration of this Father's Day post in memory of my father whom I will love for all eternity.
They are also fitting as a more prosaic, and comical (depending on your perspective), of my father's suffering as Dads do, through their wife's and daughter's landscaping instructions. We design, Dads dig, and plant, and dig up, and re-plant. My mother and I once decided a crab apple tree needed to be turned to best suit the backyard aesthetic.
So my father dug up the tree he had planted a number of years before, and turned it this way, and that, and a little more this way, and a little more that, until we were perfectly happy. Then he exploded, "You made me move this tree a quarter of an inch!". I would have protested (from the far side of the yard), but that was exactly how far it was now turned. We confirmed the infinite superiority of its new position, and my Dad re-planted it. We never dared to ask him to turn a tree again--well not that one, anyway.
"Cerisier rose et pommier blanc" which reminds me of both my parents and how they love(d) being together (In English as "Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White")
Happy Father's Day
to all fathers, grandfathers, uncles, brothers, cousins, special friends,
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