And Then There Was One

Remember how I told you all about the sad plight of my my poor beleaguered apple trees? How, out of four that were planted, three were attacked by both cedar-apple rust and fire blight and barely survived, one was killed by rabbits, and then a Mutant Ninja beaver crawled out of the storm sewer drain in my yard in the middle of the night to assassinate another?

Well, last night's severe thunderstorm with its attendant 70 mile an hour straight line winds took out another:


Perhaps this is a sign I am meant to plant cherries?