seeds of three, buckthorn it be
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And, a more careful examination of the glossy(?) buckthorn leaves, compared to the more pointed and thinner black cherry leaves below, makes it clear we were engaged in wishful thinking more than anything else.
long and lean black-cherry leaves for comparison
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whitetail doe feeding on pear tree
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Despite that setback, all is not gloom and doom around here. This morning a whitetail doe returned to feast on the pear tree and brought junior to check out the neighborhood. Few things are more fun than watching a fawn find its way about its world. (Puppies come to mind.) Meanwhile, we're thinking "if we had paid more attention a quarter century ago, the buckthorn tree would not..." Ah, well! This turns out to be just the opposite of "The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best time is now!" The best time to cut down a buckthorn tree is...soon!
whitetail fawn ignoring mom at pear tree
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Fawn
By Mary Barnard
Out of a high meadow where flowersbloom above cloud, come down;pursue me with reasons for smiling without malice.Bring mimic pride like that of the seedling fir,surprise in the perfect leg-stemsand queries unstirred by recognition or fearpooled in the deep eyes.Come down by regions where rockslift through the hot haze of pain;down landscapes darkened, crossedby the rift of death-shock; place printof a neat hoof on trampled groundwhere not one leaf or rootremains unbitten; but come downalways, accompany me to the morassof the decaying mind. Therewe’ll share one rotted stump between us.
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