|Waiting for planting|
Yesterday, I was visiting my parents' farm, and, late in the afternoon, my dad and I went out to dig a tiny oak that he had found in the old cow pasture. I didn't take photos of that part of the tree-planting process, but I want to mention that it was surrounded by violets (one of my favorite spring flowers), so I'm hoping I might get the bonus of some volunteer violets next spring. This tree could well be the child or grandchild of an oak that I remember growing about 50 feet away when I was little. That old tree was the site of quite a bit of play time for me growing up - one of the limbs was near the ground and it had a little niche that I used to store my acorn "tea cups" in.
|Starting to dig|
Today, I dug the hole in my front yard for my little tree's new home. It's in the ground, and I'm hoping for the best. It looks so tiny right now, but I can squint and imagine that in 50 years it will be providing shade, homes for birds and squirrels, and acorn teacups for some other child to find on the sidewalk.
|One tree against the dandelions!|