They say that during trying times, it helps to stay focused on the moment. I had lots of practice with this yesterday as I tried to find the correct freeway onramp so I could get out of Sacramento. However, even with my very best focusing, I became hopelessly confused and had to finally pull over on a side street and do what I always do when stumped by life's little challenges. I called Bruce. From his hospital bed no less, he patiently (oooh -- a pun!) gave me the simple directions that got me pointed the right way and onto the freeway and out of the Big City. Such a good Bear!
Once home, the sun was already sinking behind Gopher Ridge, but I did what I'd been needing to do all day: I finished digging the hole and planted the second olive tree. We won't even go to the place where I talk about the guilt that Bruce was digging holes for trees all last weekend with a back ready to give out... Anyway, I needed to get out and do some work under the open sky of Frogpond.
I used a pick ax to break through the shale and got the little tree planted and watered in just before it was dark. I went down this morning in my bathrobe to take a picture and was pleased to see that it was still upright. It's the little things!
|The neighbor's cows inspecting things from their side of the fence|
As I study the picture, I'm just noticing that I set the tree in at a bit of a tilt. I suppose that's what comes of planting in half-light. Never mind -- a lot of us at Frogpond have varying degrees of tilt. The tree fits right in.
I'm off to the hospital again in a little while. I'm feeling a bit tilted myself, but (like the tree) doing well anyway.