Towards the end of last spring we bought a pink dogwood tree. It had the most beautiful flowers. It sat proudly in its container spreading the magic of its pink beauty. My husband and I could not agree upon a place to plant it. Our house sits on a small lot and I have already planted two plum, one peach, and one Asian pear tree.
I think we sort of forgot about it and one day I noticed that its leaves were curling and turning brown. I remember its name being Cherokee warrior and I felt guilty of not paying respect to this warrior.
Yesterday, we all decided upon a spot near my vegetable garden and dug for what felt like hours. The ground is very rocky and we kept hitting little rocks. It took for ever.
I told Meghana that the tree was called Cherokee Warrior and she immediately nick named the tree C.W.
Once we planted the tree and looked closely at the attached label, we found out that its real name was Cherokee Brave - oh well, Meghana still wants to call it C.W. and by then it started to look and feel like a C.W.
I silently apologized to C.W. for ignoring it through the heat of the summer and willed it to live. We made plans to put a bench under it once it has enough shade to cover a bench. Meghana and I could just imagine ourselves sitting under its shade on our bench reading a book.
I hope it lives and I can post about its beautiful flowers. I think they will look something like this.
Please pray for our C.W. to live.
I think we sort of forgot about it and one day I noticed that its leaves were curling and turning brown. I remember its name being Cherokee warrior and I felt guilty of not paying respect to this warrior.
Yesterday, we all decided upon a spot near my vegetable garden and dug for what felt like hours. The ground is very rocky and we kept hitting little rocks. It took for ever.
I told Meghana that the tree was called Cherokee Warrior and she immediately nick named the tree C.W.
Once we planted the tree and looked closely at the attached label, we found out that its real name was Cherokee Brave - oh well, Meghana still wants to call it C.W. and by then it started to look and feel like a C.W.
I silently apologized to C.W. for ignoring it through the heat of the summer and willed it to live. We made plans to put a bench under it once it has enough shade to cover a bench. Meghana and I could just imagine ourselves sitting under its shade on our bench reading a book.
I hope it lives and I can post about its beautiful flowers. I think they will look something like this.
Please pray for our C.W. to live.
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? Dad was digging, Dia was laying on the couch inside and didn't come until we wanted or You wanted "Ice Cream" and you were supervising and dug a little bit and I got the dirt out of the hole, dug, and I put soil around the tree while you were eating ice cream. When I finally stopped and took the ice cream that was about to melt I took a bite and said to Cw a great tree to be
P.S> How come you made a 11 year old and daddy do all the work??????
~Meghana
yellowmonkey - I was the landscape engineer - I was telling you guys what to do :) And CW is going to be a great tree.
Megha - thanks so much.
its a wonderfully satisfying joy to see a plant flourish..