The year I discovered this tiny cedar tree in the garden, I dug it up brought it indoors.
It has now been my Christmas tree for several years, coming indoors on a dolly after spending the year outdoors.
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I think this will be its last year in the living room. It has earned the right to be planted out back.
This volunteer redwood is waiting in the wings to come in.
As for planting the cedar, John, my gardener and literary advisor, says that when I plant just one more tree, he is going to have my place named “The Jean Urbanski Wilderness Area.” Sounds right to me. I generally take his gardening and reading advice.
So far, I take credit for five redwoods, one holly, one gingko, one bay, one katsura. Bushes include, five rhododendrons, one camellia, one nandina, twelve roses. I don’t know what to say about the wisteria that is taking over the world out there.
And there is a story about each one.
I had some friends over for lunch last week. We are a “covid pod.” My tai chi group. I looked at my living room before they arrived and realized that it looks like a little old lady’s living room, just as it should.
Everything in there has a story to tell. Recently, I’ve been adding all the things from Mother and Daddy’s house that Joannie has been sending. She is getting their house ready to sell.
Every thing has a story to tell.
I try not to . Subjecting visitors to the stories would be just a little too old-ladyish.
