Friday, June 22, 2012
Possible spots
H brought a tree home from Canadian Tire a few weeks ago. A bushy thing.
I can't remember what kind. It was on sale and H thought it might look
good in a pot by the door. Trees go in the ground, I said. It sat
against the house in its little plastic pot until I decided where to put
it. Decisions like that aren't easy in a yard that's all trees to begin
with. It came down to four possible spots all within four square feet.
Each spot had its drawbacks. Spring was getting on. Finally I sat in my
chair and H stood over where the tree would go. Over, over more, I said.
Here? he asked, poking the dirt with the spade. I nodded and H dug the
hole of all holes and in it went. It was a mistake. Of course. Anyone could see that. I
tried to live with its position. I tried for days. On the seventh day H
dug the tree up and moved it eight inches east.
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Now to me that seems fussy. At the same time I understand that if it's not right, it's not right.
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