Filing under those things that make a sentimental mom weep...
In 2009 I donated to Arbor Day and received ten trees. Two of which survived because my, then eight year old, son felt sorry for the sad looking "sticks" that were planted in the ground and took care of them. Just imagine Linus with Charlie Brown's Christmas tree. 😍😍😍 The two Redbuds today are easily 12' tall and glorious in the spring. 🌳🌳
I've been really sad about these damn trees. In my mind they're my son's trees and the idea of leaving them this year was causing serious pain in my heart. I thought about attempting to grow one from a clipping but I've never really been successful at that..Today, I stepped outside to grab something out of my car and, as I always do, looked to see how my Spring garden was coming along. I made a mental note that I need to do some weeding soon and that's when I saw them... the shape of the leaves on these little sticks made me do a double take... They looked like little hearts.... which looked suspiciously like Redbud leaves... I looked up at the tree and my eyes immediately started filing with tears... My answer was in my "weeds".
I ran into the garage, grabbed my buckets and a shovel... filled them with dirt and very carefully started digging up these grand babies of my son... His "stick" is sending us off with her children with her blessing. There are a few more 'babies' under that tree, but I am hedging my bets and seeing if I can keep these alive in the pots the next couple of months. If they survive, they'll be transplanted onto the farm... the more Redbuds the merrier.... after Dogwoods, they're my favorite Spring tree.... and I'll be able to look at my Redbud forest knowing they're my, now almost 20 year old, son's legacy in my garden. I'm grateful and blessed for this unexpected present. 💑
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