If a tree falls in the back yard, and I didn’t hear it fall… did it really fall?
You better believe it fell! After my stealth husband and his ever ready chainsaw discovered more wood for the burn-pile. And everyone knows that the biggest burn-pile in the neighborhood wins—or burns down the neighborhood, which ever comes first.
So who cares if another tree hits the dust?
Let me be clear: My favorite strawberry tree WAS one of three, strategically placed, lovely trees. For seven years I watched and waited for the trees to produce a bit of shade. Finally, at six feet tall they gave me red bark, yellow blossoms, red berry thingies and some blessed shade. Strawberry trees resemble Manzanitas with pretty ornaments dangling among the shiny green foliage. They thrive in heat and freezing temperatures. I imagined they would live forever … little did I know I would end up with a nub and a leaf.
Subsequently, someone has lost his chainsaw-privileges.
Here are some tips on planting your own strawberry tree.

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