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November 25, 2012 – The berries on the mountain ash tree out front have not yet been ingested by the waxwings, but perhaps they were just passing through and found Mom’s backyard as a special gift to lift us from our grief, even momentarily, the other day.
Mom used to talk about the waxwings in the old family orchard. When they passed through, they would gorge on the cherries that had not been picked, and that had fermented on the trees. Sometimes they would get drunk on the fruit and fly in a crazy manner.
Mountain ash trees always remind me of my Mom’s parents place. There was a wonderful tree in the centre of the lawn and the bright berries were so cheerful.