Four springtimes ago, in an effort to beautify the grounds, we planted sprigs (too small to be saplings) received from a charity known for forestry efforts.
This one was placed in front of my condo unit. I watered. I fertilized. I kept watch and rejoiced at a few green leaves.
The plant survived the first Missouri winter. And the second. I removed a piece of drainage pipe that kept the lawnmowers and rabbits at bay.
It’s doing well. Soon clusters of tiny white blossoms will open. Later in the summer small, dark berries will feed the birds.
However,
we’re casting our vote for “bush”.
The hero in HIDING PLACES knows what he’s planting in his orchard. Check out the sweet, small town romance here: https://amzn.to/2Jm26GQ
