Apr 28, 2009
A Story about Two Little Trees
Ninety-two-stinken degrees!!!!!! That's what my thermometer read today! (It even had the word "stinken" in there.) The heat really doesn't bother me. It's the fact that we had SWEATERS on last week that really bugs me. Every year at this time, I ponder deep, life-altering questions like,
"Should I take the winter clothes out of the kids bureaus or leave them in?"
"Is it time to put the plants outside or not." -maybe now is a safe time to tell you, Dad, that your beloved ficus trees didn't like to be put outside just yet. They threw a fit, and now every leaf is off.
I gave them the same tender, watering care that Emma is giving her brothers.
-even when they didn't want to be watered, they were watered...
I smiled at them and told them how much my daddy loved them, and that he would soon be back.
Then the day came when I said, "You must run free outside with the other little trees."
"But Dad has had us for 17 years!" they cried. "We don't want to go outside yet."
"GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY! YOU'RE DROPPIN' LEAVES LIKE NUTTY IN HERE!" I yelled.......I mean... I gently and positively responded.
They didn't like that.
**Really though, they're not dead. They're just taking a little snooze.