This post is a tribute to my tree, which I insisted on moving from in front of the bedroom windows because I thought it was too close to the house to our sad flower box that weeds wouldn't even grow in this past Spring. My husband and neighbors all told me they didn't think it would live, but I kept hope alive and the tree responded. :) Yes, it is crooked, but so are most trees in Saratoga as the wind always seems to be blowing, and always blowing towards the South.
Ode to my tree
This post is a tribute to my tree, which I insisted on moving from in front of the bedroom windows because I thought it was too close to the house to our sad flower box that weeds wouldn't even grow in this past Spring. My husband and neighbors all told me they didn't think it would live, but I kept hope alive and the tree responded. :) Yes, it is crooked, but so are most trees in Saratoga as the wind always seems to be blowing, and always blowing towards the South.
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Well you love that tree, treat it nice...it is being a friend to my broken and shattered one! :)
Oh yeah...and there were a few weeds...but I couldn't have them encroaching on my side! Ha ha...I do usually PREEN the whole thing :)
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