A lovely grove of fruit trees graces the front of my old house. A peach tree resides there that has been with this old house for many a year.
Like most of us, age has taken a toll on her. Her branches are not as fruitful as they used to be and she seems frail in the blowing wind.
She is gracious in her composure and generous in her nature.
Buds are forming once again on her branches, as she readies herself for yet another season.
A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.