Gardening...the death of things from away.

Last evening the wife and I spent some time readying the ground at her mom's house for the birthday gift we had purchased for her...a Calorado Blue Spruce. Just a young'n and oh so innocent. Sadly he's probably doomed to die in the coming weeks as a result of lack of knowledge, much like the generation we see among us today he won't get the best nutrients and his environment will be suspect at best.

To backtrack some she had requested this tree, and apparently has wanted one for some time. Given her birthday was nigh we agreed to get her one and to plant it in hopes of giving the little guy the best possible start in what will undoubtably be a challenging life at best. You see as humans we fail to realize that we play with living things daily in hopes of adding something a little extra to our lives with little thought givin to the probable consequence of our actions.

The skipper (my wife's father) has contended for years that his wife loves gardening and she loves even more having him to do it for her. His other contention has been about the thousands of dollars spent plants that should be growing in some far off exotic location, but that have come to his doorstep to spend their last days shrivelling and dying awaiting the day they will be pulled unceremoniously from the ground and chucked in the ever expanding pile out back to take root and acheive miraculous dwarf status in the bog ajacent to his property line.

So with tethered optimism we set out to exhume the previous tenent and prepare the ground for the next victim...turns out the real victims were the ones wielding the shovels and swinging them with ferocious determination at the increasing swarm of mosquitos out to get their piece of the pie. The missus came to the conclusion that she could save the past tenent and it's sickly shell was removed to an ambulance and rushed to our garden in hopes that surgery and proper care could restore it to it's previous glory. The hole was dug and we retired for the evening allowing our young chosen one the respite of one more night snuggled in the safety of his birthing pot while we battered the jezuz from the blood filled cloud that had amassed above us.

Tomorrow we will seek the required soil that is recommended for the blue spruce...hopes are not high, but hell I'll take A Crack At __it!