The peach tree with its beautiful first year pink buds, just snapped in half. Gone. A thing of beauty and grace we were trying to protect from the fickle winds, it buckled under the weight of a bed sheet in the bitter cold. We nurtured it for three years. It was grown from an organic peach pit. The location, perhaps a bit too exposed to the weather. April, you are a harsh mistress. The leanest time of the year, made leaner still by removing beauty from our lives. We are saddened greatly at this recent loss.