RIP: My Orange Tree.
Sometime in the spring of 1987, I planted a handful of orange tree seeds. One sprouted on June 23, 1987. Since then, my orange tree has grown, bloomed sporadically, and almost died a few times. It's 23 years old this year, and I didn't celebrate its birthday, more because while it grew very well last year, it's been sadly neglected all summer long and didn't even make it out of the house this year.
I have pulled out my back twice while moving it, it's taller than me, it's three-quarters dead now, and it's time for it to go.
It's now out on the porch to await a frost. I will use its wood to carve myself a spindle, probably a phang, and remember it fondly.
RIP.
Sometime in the spring of 1987, I planted a handful of orange tree seeds. One sprouted on June 23, 1987. Since then, my orange tree has grown, bloomed sporadically, and almost died a few times. It's 23 years old this year, and I didn't celebrate its birthday, more because while it grew very well last year, it's been sadly neglected all summer long and didn't even make it out of the house this year.
I have pulled out my back twice while moving it, it's taller than me, it's three-quarters dead now, and it's time for it to go.
It's now out on the porch to await a frost. I will use its wood to carve myself a spindle, probably a phang, and remember it fondly.
RIP.
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