The shoots are now tiny leaves. No more than a centimeter in size. So cute and fresh. And mine, all mine!! By almost killing the tree, which belonged to I-don't-know-I-guess-my-mom, I have now made it mine. I think I am starting to care about the darn thing. I know, what?!
Unfortunately, the wee leaves are photogenically evasive. When they get a bit bigger, I'll try again.
Is this saga at all interesting to any of you?
I have my doubts.
Monday, February 26, 2007
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3 comments:
How wrong you are. Some of us have hung on your every word, your every photo of the now beloved tree. The tree, through its struggle, has brought a new caring, a new tenderness to your heart. We are enjoying the journey you and the tree are on.
Yeah - what he said.
I tied 3 yellow ribbons around small trees in Central Park to commemorate your tree!
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