Sentences with phrase «apple tree last»

Where was the big idea like Dan's apple tree last year??

There is a big circle in the middle of bare grass where my husband moved an apple tree last year, and the patio is split into two, so is pretty useless.

Not exact matches

Whenever we have big down days and it seems like the bull market is on its last legs, I remind myself of this line from Martin Luther King: «Even if I knew that tomorrow the world would go to pieces, I would still plant my apple tree.»

Last night, in front of the first Christmas tree Cara has ever owned (and her one single ornament — a clove - studded apple handmade by her mom), we celebrated the holidays with Chicken Marbella and Corn Pudding, Focaccia Squares and Pecan - Chocolate Tart, red wine and a Yankee swap.

But the last time I was visiting, just a few weeks ago, we drove along a road outside of town I hadn't been on in a long time... and there were still many, many apples trees... and so I was soothed a bit.

One of the best things about getting older is that I'm rarely motivated to do things out of guilt anymore but I'll have to admit, I gave in last week to our old yellow transparent apple tree.

Last year our apple trees produced no fruit, a first for them since we have lived here, the beautiful, delicate pink blossoms were rained on so hard that they didn't get pollinated so no apples.

This year we add more apple trees and pear trees to the orchard; more raspberry, blueberry, and blackberry stalks to the ones we began last year; and we plant a big patch of strawberries where the veggie garden last was.

It's dark when I get up at 6 am, the first hint of a new day on the horizon; the forest floor has turned gold and green as the cedars shed their summer cloak; honeysuckle leaves litter the boardwalks and garden ground; bright red honeysuckle berries are being plucked by tiny wrens; jays are sitting in the apple tree, feasting on the fruit we imagined as apple pie; the last roses are fading; fronds of great bull kelp are landing on the beach, food for next year's garden; the sudden daybreak howl of sporty boats heading to the hot fishing spots where we have our hydrophones has gone; sea lions are beginning to heave their huge bodies onto haul - out rocks along the way; most of our assistants have left, heading back to school or home; and in their absence we are spending more time in the lab at night, recording the voices of the orcas, who are still here.

My beautiful gardens, the last apple tree and twilights drilled by cicadas and frogs.

The New York City Parks and Recreation was expecting as many as 50 people to show last Saturday for the Green Apple event in Pelham Bay Park — it is NYC's biggest park, after all — they needed help shoveling compost, planting trees, and cutting out

The last 3 appointments come very close to the US level: an anglophone with hard political right tendencies and unilingual at boot (and proud of it, sort US but not as bad); a woman with so little experience and proven competence (except for running bureaucracies — which for any form advancement within said bureaucracies requires a subservient manner and disposition of great notice and talent to advance) that the appointment cries out — WTF, out of her depth and competence; the one from Québec carries the sulfurous smell of his old man — hanging judge and authoritarian Claude Wagner (here is hoping that the axiom, apple not fallling very far from the tree does not apply).