When we moved in to this house we were happy to see that there was an old Apple tree in the yard. Not only did it provide great apples in the fall, but it also gave lots of necessary shade over the sandbox in the summer. During my maternity leave with my second son I put down a small stone patio under the tree so I could sit there while my oldest boy (then toddler) played in the sandbox. We put lighting strings up in the tree above the little patio and sat there with a glass of wine, enjoying the warm summer nights after the kids had gone to sleep.
This Sunday when I woke up and looked out the window I saw a winter wonderland - and my apple tree lying down on the patio. Just like many other trees in our neighborhood it had broken down under the weight of the April snow that started falling on Saturday.
In the winter, snow is usually not an issue for trees, even with the big dumps of snow that we get occassionally. But once the leaves and flowers start to show on the branches, there's far too much to hold the snow and it starts to pile up, eventually becoming too heavy for a branch to hold. And that's how my beautiful apple tree ended this weekend.
I walked around the branches of the tree on Sunday trying to cut as much flowering twigs off as I could to take inside. I am going to enjoy those pretty apple flowers as long as I can! I even tried to give some to my neighbors but I don't think they quite got it..they looked mostly surprised and then they politely took my bunches of flowering branches inside. Is that a Scandinavian thing - to take twigs and put them in a vase? Who wouldn't love to get some flowering apple twigs? Sometimes I'm so clueless to the cultural differences around me.
Taking care of our fallen tree took most of the day, but I got time to make my favorite bread as well. Freshly made Walnut bread with some brie and a glass of wine in front of the fireplace is one of the best treats one can get on a snowy April night!