My Prairie Fire Crabapple tree.
Larry gave it to me for my birthday 5 years ago
It is so pretty that it takes my breath away
Larry isn’t crazy about it. He is a farm boy and a crabapple tree isn’t a useful plant in his opinion. He also has to mow around it and that is never good.
But he likes to make me happy so he got it for me.
Now every spring when it blooms, I not only get to enjoy the flowers, but I get reminded a little bit about what love is.
As someone who witnessed it blooming in person this year, it it unbelievable. I have enjoyed it’s blooming very much this year.
What a beautiful tree and reminder of a special gift.
I just lost my crabapple tree in a winter ice storm. :-(
And I agree…if they have to mow around it but they got it for you anyway – that’s love, baby.
Oh, I just love the color!
And I’d say a gift that blooms and blooms and makes your wife happy is just about as useful as they come!
yup, love in action.
It’s a good thing.
That is beautiful.
I miss my crabapple trees :(
We had three planted beside the house we used to live in twenty years ago. Don’t know why we never planted any here at this house but seeing yours makes me want to get at least one now.
The color is gorgeous. What a beautiful tree, and a beautiful gesture.
beautiful tree and beautiful story :)
BEAUTIFUL!
Oh those blooms are gorgeous!
When in college I saw my first crabapple but didn’t know what it was. When I saw mockingbirds eating the fruit I tried one and liked it. But my Hunny won’t plant one for me. Maybe he doesn’t really love me. *sniff*
It’s so beautiful.
That is beautiful. I had one of those in my yard growing up…I remember I liked the sour fruit.
A tree that reminds you of love and looks that beautiful is surely a joy to see. Lucky you!
PS — I like your new heading.
Pretty, cheerful and a blessed gift. What a lovely symbol!
That’s a beautiful tree. I love the deep pink color – and the last sentence of your post. Lucky lady!
We had a crab apple tree in the yard when I was little. I loved the spring blossoms and threw the little apples at my sister. My grandmother made jelly out of them.
I love the tree — and the sentiment.
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