Walter Brennan anyone? The Real McCoys? Colorful, cantankerous Gramps who you cared about because Stumpy was full of rascally charm? I can imagine a scene where the woeful and concerned family stands around watching a wobbly, weak calf, and Gramp's reedy voice rings out with something like
"Well dang nab it, I think she's gonna make it."
And so it is for my little Christmas Tree on a hill.
"Well dang nab it, I think she's gonna make it."
And so it is for my little Christmas Tree on a hill.
| It's August. It's 4 burner, 8 cylinder, all systems go summer heat. But there she is, still green. Not only is she not brown and scraggily, she's sporting an ever bigger tuft of super green new sprouts up top. |
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| Since spring I've steeled myself for the worst, for her demise as a result of the withering heat to come. But I'm committed to little green. Every other day I walk in 6 bottles of water. Still, I have to be ready to see needles drop, branches thin out, watch her slowly shrivel. It would be painful to see her succumb if September temps. are too relentless to survive. But for now, her sumpin' sumpin' is showing off, she's standing and surviving. Rosie sits patiently, waiting for me to empty all the water bottles so we can get on with our morning walk. So, on we go little green, on we go. |
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