To a Thief: For shame! Did you have to sneak around in the middle of the night lest you be seen by my neighbors as you stole my miniature pine tree from an urn in front of my home? That little pine has a story. It was originally only 4” – 5” tall, one of […]
To a Thief:
For shame! Did you have to sneak around in the middle of the night lest you be seen by my neighbors as you stole my miniature pine tree from an urn in front of my home?
That little pine has a story. It was originally only 4” – 5” tall, one of several specimens in a dish garden gift to my husband, Thor, when he was hospitalized for seven months. Yes, it was a visitor’s gift more than two years ago. Other plants in the arrangement didn’t make it, but this little pine thrived. I continued to nurture it, transplanting it and moving it from one sunny window to another, turning it to encourage its even growth.
It responded and it thrived, grew to two feet and was finally old enough and tall enough to live outdoors with its neighbors. This pine tree is a symbol of my husband’s remarkable recovery. Are you really so desperate that you must steal?
Blanche Johnson
Sarasota/Boca Grande