When I grow up I want to be a tall, graceful, center of attention in a home. I want to hear children laugh. I want to support strings of tiny lights and hold decorations rich with memories on my little green fingers.
That’s in the future. I have several years left to grow among my friends in the field.
We look a little shaggy and small at the moment. Soon the workers will come with their machetes and shear our sides into a gentle slope. My leader will get a trim, preparing me for the next growing season. I’ll stand proud, holding my place in the row until the autumn when I’m selected to decorate and scent a home at holiday time.
Will you select me?