June 29, 2014 – Mom had to cut down a little dogwood tree in the side yard today. Something got to it and the poor thing withered up and died. We watched her saw it down and drag it off into the woods to join a larger pile of fallen twigs and branches. We felt so bad that we, along with the three ducks, formed a line from where the tree once stood to where Mom was going to toss it. We sang, “You Are My Sunshine” as she dragged it across the lawn. Peaches wept.
Things perked up when Mom dug a hole where a new Colorado blue spruce was going to go. Now that was amazing! We helped as Mom excavated by scratching and pecking for tasty delights; there’s no sense in letting a worm get in the way. Once she added water to the hole, we jumped in for a muddy swim. I couldn’t stop laughing when one of the ducks cannonballed and landed on my head! It was as hot as blazes today, and the muddy dirt felt wonderful. I think it also may have perked up my complexion.
As soon as Mom dropped the new little tree into the freshly dug pit, we gave her wings to the left and wings to the right until it was positioned perfectly upright.
This tree is going to provide us with years of shade and, (unlike the smelly bush which we wish had been eaten by something nasty), will become a prime spot to set up the new beach chairs. I think we’re going to celebrate with the ducks tomorrow over a water bucket topped with floating peas and blueberries. You can’t do that on a snowy day in December!