What you’re seeing at right is two full fantasticated feet of thriving afghan pine (click to triplify) that a mere 10 months ago was nothing much more than a twig. To call it a sapling back might have been technically correct back then, but it would have been a bit of a stretch. Crapling’s more like it.
I came into possession of the little tyke after making my regular post-holiday sweep around the neighborhood, picking up the inevitable trees kicked to the inevitable curbs by the inevitable inconsiderata who think the world is their trashcan that someone else dumps. Hauling my copious catch off to the tree recycling post in the L.A. Zoo parking lot, I was rewarded with coupons for free mulch, a couple energy-efficient light bulbs and my choice of tiny trees: the aforementioned evergreen or a Carolina cherry.
“Go on and take one of each if you want,” the city recycling dude said. And so I did (the cherry tree’s doing just as fine in case you’re wondering).
Being somewhat hit-or-miss in the green thumb arena, I transplanted the little fellow with my fingers crossed. Sure, it’s not rocket science but I still breathed a sigh of relief when it didn’t brown out and die and instead took to its new digs and took off growing. We’ll still be off to the local tree lot in a couple weeks to drop the usual $80-plus for a
dead fresh-cut one, but if all continues to go and grow well we’ll be transplanting this living gift to a larger pot in 2008 and it could be we’ll haul it into the foyer to decorate for the 2008 holidays and those to come until it’s too big to bring inside and then we’ll install it in the backyard where the sky’s the limit.