I woke up this morning and went to use the restroom. As I’m doing my business, I heard a very loud crack and then what sounded like a possible tree falling over. It sounded as though it was in such an extremely close proximity to the bathroom window, and so I thought for a second, “Could that have been my tree? The tree that has been there since before I moved into this house over a decade ago? Nah, impossible!”

As I finished up in the restroom, I heard my brother open the back door. I followed out to the backyard, and sure enough, with so many apricots scattered across the lawn, the apricot tree in my backyard had fallen. Was the apricot growth too plentiful, as what happened with the old plum trees that are no longer there? All I have left is a lemon tree now. All the tasty fruits are gone now. Well, at least I have a source of citrus in this southern California citrus quarantine.

yao-i:

Ring around the rosie

A pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes

1/3 of the European population gets obliterated by the Black Death

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lurkskywalker:

One for holding burritos and one for touching butts.

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