Last week as I pulled out of the driveway, I glanced up and noticed my big beautiful birthday gift from John and Wendy didn’t look the same, the tips of the tree were a lighter color. I am so accustomed to plants in my care dying that I immediately panicked and quickly saw the future, the plant finally brown and dry being yanked from my flower bed. Continuing to back out of the driveway, I made a mental note to tell Andrew about it so he could figure out some sort of systemic remedy to hopefully resuscitate my dying tree. I also knew I would need Wendy down to take a look and pronounce the death sentence.
I had been so hopeful for that darn tree that I would send Matthias out everyday dragging a hose behind him to thoroughly water the tree and now I suspected I has been over zealous and it was water logged no doubt. Precarious little things, too much of a good thing is not good either.
For the remainder of the week whenever I passed the tree I averted my eyes and picked up the pace.
Finally the day came when the tree doctor, Dr. Wendy, came over and I knew it would be my day of reckoning. But no! She took one look and said, “That’s new growth.”
The thought never occurred to me; it was new life! The tree was happy, in fact it was thriving! It was a happy tree and it was in my care, jubilation!
Remember all the plum and Dr. Seuss trees that went the way of the ghost? And the dogwood, and the box hedges…You are on to greater things….
Lol! Terri, next time you just need to call sooner. I had no idea I could make you that happy.
Greenery totally throws me for a loop!