She sat with deep anticipation. There had been a funny feeling surrounding her. She couldn't quite explain or understand it.
If I stopped every time I saw in tree in perile, to inform the "owner" of the tree how to make it grow faster, better, how to prune it, or how it was too close to the house and might still be able to be moved....inquired how it was they didn't see the power line directly over the newly planted tree....explained proper mulch depths or the need of....or why the...well....why anyone was still planting ornamental pears, I would never make it to work, or back home, or to anywhere on time.
A tree was planted, an idea began to grow.
The first time I saw the tree on the wrong side of the sidewalk, a huge grin broke out on my face. "Ahh. He finally dared!" The agitating thing was no one else on the street had a tree planted on THAT side. It was a classy 'Winter King' Hawthorn, a fabulous, native, four-season tree.
With coffee in hand, I began surveying the work to be done. It was time to save the houseplants from winter.
Sometimes, ya just gotta keep planting seeds. Sometimes, you plant too deep, use too much effort. Sometimes you don't remember to go back and water. Sometimes, you don't notice the instructions or pay close attention to the details of the "growing conditions".
"So I have an idea....", I said to my husband.