This is a simple story, as I understand it from my late father, who passed last year (2017). Many years ago when our family moved into our newly built townhome (1975), the landscaper's original crabapple tree died a year or two after we moved in. My father replaced it himself. He watered it, fed it with plant food rods, and generally took great care of it with great love over the years to help it grow. After 40 years, it has grown to be one of the largest and most beautiful trees in the neighborhood.