Wednesday, June 3, 2026
I had a tree farm at my old house next door. I started growing trees when I found them in the front yard, under the crab apple tree. First there was one, then two, finally three. They started our first spring there – nine years ago – as three-inch-tall single stalks of needles. The plan was to grow them up a bit and transplant them to my sister’s backyard, because she had just had a bunch of trees cut down.
Now it was decided that they were not the kind of trees she wanted or that could go in our new yard because they like dry soil and get BIG. Keith chopped them down and recycled them and I didn’t look.