They are no more, but when they were, they WERE.
At their peak, they were just lovely. Seeing their beautiful blossoms always surprises me because the tree is really quite dead, with much of the trunk rotted straight through.
I wonder how it can even stay standing, let alone bearing blossoms. (We haven't had fruit in three years)
I am not the only one drawn to it. The children picnic under it, climb atop it, read under it, play duck duck goose beside it.
And apparently, there is the occasional SHOWDOWN.