We
made a donation to the Arbor Day Foundation and to show their appreciate they
sent us ten baby trees to plant. These trees are so young that they have to be
babied along for a year or two before one can possibly transplant them to a
permanent location. This time I looked at them – five dogwoods and five
American redbuds – and said I didn’t want to bother. In the first place, it’s a
long shot that these young trees will survive, and in the second place,
we have no place for them.
But
Mike couldn’t stand to just toss them. He planted three in the bed at the back
of the house and talked Ken into taking the rest.
“Hmmm,”
I said to myself a couple of days later. “ I thought he said he planted three
trees. I only see two. I must have misunderstood.” And then I forgot all about
it.
A
couple of days later, Mike also noticed that there were just two trees. “I
planted three,” he said. “I know I planted three. At least, I thought I planted
three.”
And
then we thought no more about it and he rode off on his bike and I set to work in
the yard. And as I moved about, I noticed there was only one tree. Clearly, we
had just discussed the two trees, which we were fairly certain had been three
trees, and now there was only one tree.
Initially,
I had been inclined to blame the deer, but now I knew the culprit. BESS!!! What
a little prankster she is. And when I checked the twigs littering out drive, I
found one of the baby trees.
The
one remaining tree is now protected with a cone. KW
2 comments:
Oooh! Poor little trees. They died such tragic deaths. :( Eaten ALIVE!
Honestly, those trees should only be given to someone like Uncle Dan. At least their passing was swift.
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