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.
