I did the unthinkable this morning. I gave away three of my three remaining trees -bequeathed into the professional, loving hands of Debbie at Earth Landscaping.
“Why!?” I hear you scream. Oh, wait… That was me.
Trees don’t just grow on trees, y’know
I could get philosophical… “Success stands upon the backs of a thousand failures.”
I could get mad… “Why won’t my house hold 100-foot-tall trees and 150-foot-deep root systems?! It’s not FAIR! *wahh*”
The fact is it wouldn’t do any good for me to get mad or philosophical about the way that plants grow or don’t grow. Emotion has little to do with survival of trees that need to be outdoors – near the equator – in a monsoon, and are forced to be indoors – in a 12-inch pot – in the shade – in the middle of a desert.
Grow Where You’re Planted, Mr. Trees!
We humans can “grow where we’re planted.” Not many trees can pull that off.
I like Earth Landscaping. They’ll come out when I forget how to turn the outdoor water system on and off (it’s a switch – duh), or need a convoluted left-behind-by-previous-owner water system figured out (it’s more than a switch – duh).
I was so glad they agreed to accept my last three foundling arboreal pets before I managed to slaughter them by overwatering, underwatering, or not moving to India.
This doesn’t mean I won’t try again. I look out across the valley floor and I see lots of trees down there.
And if they can do it…