As a child looking out at the freshly painted smooth trunks of our trees, it was a weird sensation, a little unsettling, like looking at big bones sticking up out of the ground. :\:
Growing up we had a number of large fruit trees in the back yard. Huge amount of peaches and plums every year, Grandma would put them up for the freezer, a delicious cold dessert in California. I had to rake the leaves. Dad always painted the trunks white, an annual activity. I seem to...
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