Our crab-apple tree has done its stuff. I know I shouldn’t be amazed by it, but I always am. And gratified. It always summons up memories of Sue, whose pride and joy it was, and who loved with a special passion the magical day every year when it would explode into blossom. And I remember how anguished we both were this time in 2002, when we gazed at it with the same unspoken thought: would this be the last time she saw it happen? It was. C’est la vie…