So far, so good, the condition of this new arrival into the life of my dear wife Karen and I.
Our little cherry tree has been rained upon. Big winds blew through the Syracuse city neighborhood of Eastwood. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Bumblebees circled and frogs leaped. Squirrels teased Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle, and I worked the lawn mower around the edges of the gardens.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times …
Sorry, Charlie fans.
If you took a look here Tuesday, you know that Karen and I completed our tale of two cities that began in our Washington, D.C., Easter Weekend Getaway by putting the little Snow Fountain into our front yard this past Sunday. In between, we’d shopped at Hafner’s Garden Center to study the different varieties available to us, weighing what we’d seen in partial bloom in our walk around the Tidal Basin in our Nation’s Capital during the Cherry Blossom Festival against our wishes and needs. Then we took another couple of weeks to discuss and change our minds, from backyard to front.
My great BloggyVille friend Diana took all of this in, from my Cherry Blossom photo essay post back then to this week’s planting story, and offered a suggestion.
She thinks our tree needs a name. (Fair is fair, by the way. Just a bit back, Diana shared a walk back on her memory lane, with photos, to talk about all the automobiles of her life, and my comment there asked if she had bestowed a name upon her latest car as she had on previous models, which she had not.)
Further, Diana suggests a reader contest to pick the name.
And here we have it.
I will, however, offer a few suggestions. You all will have the final say. MDW Karen and I have not yet called this tree anything other than this tree or similar derivatives.
First I will throw out “Cherry Cherry” because the other reason Karen set up this getaway to D.C. was to see the Neil Diamond concert that Saturday night before Easter at the Verizon Center. To be named after Neil’s bouncy song, a tree could go through life with a worse fate, I figure.
“Snowy” seems to be reasonable, considering the species is called Snow Fountain and the tree will live its life in Syracuse, N.Y., the metropolitan snow king of the U.S.A.
“Washington” would play off the city and the father of our country.
“George” goes there, too, but I throw out the caveat that my terrific daughter Elisabeth’s boyfriend already has claim to that one with George Three and I, personally, don’t need name confusion in my life.
“Chinda” was the name of the wife of the Japanese emperor who planted the first two gifted from that nation along with Helen Taft in 1912. OK, I went to history.com to find this one.
I’ll include a write-in space on the ballot below because I know you all have great minds.
Feel free to offer suggestions in comments. Argue among yourselves if you wish. Vote wisely, please. Karen and I hope to call this tree by that name for a good, long time.
Here’s the link to Diana’s fine blog.
Here’s the link to my story and photos about planting the tree.
Do you wish to stump for a particular name for our new cherry tree? Do you name inanimate objects in your life? What’s your favorite nickname for something around your house, and please share the story behind it.