She hovered over me with a shovel in her hand, her face flushed with resentment. I knelt on the ground cowering at the circumstances ahead of me. How did I get into this mess?
The ground in front of me was like concrete. My knees ached. My arms throbbed. Now I remember? It looked so easy.
I had vowed never to get myself in this situation again, but here I was. There was nothing more that I could do. I had to keep digging.
We took turns, digging, then clearing out the hole. The cavity was getting larger and deeper. Soon it would be big enough.
Suddenly it dawned on me. These projects are the things that keep divorce lawyers in business. As our nerves became more and more irritable, we were at each other’s throats. Would we make it through without saying something that we would both regret?
Finally, it was time. "Let's get this over with." We slid the new sapling into its new home.
“Really? I thought it was bigger?”
“Yeah, they always seem bigger before you plant them.”
“Let’s cover it up before we change our minds.”
We kicked the dirt back in the hole. Shoveled and racked it until it was smooth and solid. Soaked the roots. The job was done. Hopefully, but not realistically, for the last time.
Now it is up to mother nature and father time.
A tree (hopefully) grows in Scottsdale.
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