and apple blossoms.
It hurt my heart to cut it down, but I consoled myself with the thought that I could always go to see the "Wisteria Tree," conveniently located next to an old fashioned ice cream parlor.
Today a friend and I visited the ice cream parlor and were pleased to see the Wisteria Tree looking great. We ate our hot fudge coffee ice cream sundaes outside on the little patio under the tree, listening to the bees singing in the wisteria and the breeze rustling the pines, thinking that, sometimes life is pretty darn good.
Then an acquaintance of ours walked by and said, "Wow, you two are going to have to WALK home to work off those sundaes! At our ages we really have to watch the calories, you know."
Oh, good grief!