"Nearly every morning I go to the attic to blow the stuffy air out of my lungs," she wrote on Feb. 23, 1944. "From my favorite spot on the floor I look up at the blue sky and the bare chestnut tree, on whose branches little raindrops shine, appearing like silver, and at the seagulls and other birds as they glide on the wind. ...
"As long as this exists, I thought, and I may live to see it, this sunshine, the cloudless skies, while this lasts I cannot be unhappy." The Diary of Anne Frank
Did you read about Anne Frank's chestnut tree? Seems like it's in terrible shape. Specialists have come in and have agreed that there's not much that can be done to save it. They were able to get grafts from the tree and eventually, a sapling will be replacing it. I'm glad someone thought about grafting....of course, I'm not a gardener so those kinds of thoughts would never pop up in my mind! lol!!
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