The house that I consider my childhood home was full of fruit trees. Pears, peaches, apple, cherry. My mother had a huge strawberry and asparagus bed. One of the pear trees was a winter keiffer and the second was a bartlet. They both never had an 'off' season. My parents sold it in 83 and recently I went on line on google earth to look it up to see what had happened to it. It was gone. Evidently the cemetery next door had bought it and bull dozed it all. All the trees were gone, the fruit trees, the Katalbas, everything my parents at times with my help had planted and nurtured for years just gone. It was like 25 years of my life never happened. It made me think of the song 'Dust in the Wind' and the line that says, 'nothing lasts forever except the moon and the stars'.
All too true.