This beautiful flowering cherry tree looks much smaller here than it did when my memories of it began. This is 1965 and my strongest memories of the magical backyard begin around 1973. It lived for a long time before it finally had to be removed.
Champ is doing his doggie thing, sniffing the new spring smells. The bare dirt of the gardens awaits the strong hands of my grandparents. It might be interesting to my cousins to see how far back the gardens originally went. Planting these beds was not a undertaking and we all took part.