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The Apple Tree
Jul. 31st, 2012 09:44 pmPeople who know me well know that I am the sort of person that worries. I worry about the timbers of my house, I worry about food in my freezer, and now I worry about the nameless apple tree in my backyard. I planted it in a great hurry of spirts in the spring and it has grown so fast and so well that now I worry it is growing too fast. Ah Mishalak, thy cannot be happy, can thee?
No, no, I have real worries. The new top is about two feet above the cut made to post it to me and all the branches whip about in the breezes in a way that makes me wonder if my tree is over-watered or over-somethinged and will break in the snows of winter. My beloved city is subject to quite the tree breaking storms at times and nothing delicate will survive here for long.
It also occures to me that I should name my tree. Perhaps it should have a name of its own besides being the Late Orange... Thornrum? Rightmark? Redjut? Something will come out of my imagination or one of my files.
No, no, I have real worries. The new top is about two feet above the cut made to post it to me and all the branches whip about in the breezes in a way that makes me wonder if my tree is over-watered or over-somethinged and will break in the snows of winter. My beloved city is subject to quite the tree breaking storms at times and nothing delicate will survive here for long.
It also occures to me that I should name my tree. Perhaps it should have a name of its own besides being the Late Orange... Thornrum? Rightmark? Redjut? Something will come out of my imagination or one of my files.