All the tentative reminders of spring--the violets, the balm of Gilead, the lilacs--are finished. Suddenly, all the leaves on all the tress are out.
This snowball tree is very old, but it had been languishing in a grove of birch trees. It was only about three feet tall, when we decided to move it to its present location. Suddenly it grew and grew. They are right, it is all in the location.
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