I have to inform you that the "Ball Tree" has died.
What? You might ask is a "Ball Tree"?
To my dog, Kermit, it is a wonderful tree that grows these amazing "SOUR" yellow balls. They are right there for the picking. Hundreds of them. Every year it would bring more yellow balls, to pluck off at his every whim. He would toss them and chew them and then DROOL and slobber as the sour taste tantalized his taste buds.
To us mere mortals, it is a dwarf lemon tree. Now it is dead! After many years of being butchered by an overzealous pruner, aka Hubby, it has finally bit the big one.
Kermit is devastated. See for yourself.
That reminds me of the look I had when the money tree that my father had in his backyard, dried up and died.
Awww it makes me almost want to set up a shipment of fruit baskets for the little guy! lol :-)
aw poor thing, i feel his pain...
Ah poor Kermit- He needs some TLC and maybe a bit of therapy.
Dude, he is devestated. Poor thing!