One tree in the Elrics' backyard is unique. Their father found it, or perhaps transmuted it, and planted it for their mother. It flowers, but never fruits. All its petals seem to fall at once in late April, whirling down to skim across the porch and stipple the new grass. Ed remembers shaking the lower branches to add to the fragrant storm, while Al squirmed and laughed in their mother's arms. Snow, Mama, snow!
That tree burns with the house, of course -- Ed sees to it. Al says nothing, but furtively catches a flying cluster of ashes on his palm.