Time for a hunt.
Time for a hunt.
You might be sick of it by now but another thing happened today, related to trees and bushes purchase. What can I say, it is a quiet town we live in.
When Little J and I shopped in garden center earlier this week he fell in love with a cedar bridge. He was running up and down on it. Then he did something he rarely does: asked if I would buy it for him. Surprisingly, my kid is not one to ask for things or nag me to buy him toys. But that bridge, he said, he would like to take home.
Many reasons why we did not. Number one was the obvious, we do not need it. There is no pond or other body of water in our back yard. Also it was expensive. But most importantly, I don’t like it. Guess that settles it.
Today was spend in the park. Little J likes to play under the big fir tree and pretend it is his house. He made me lunch, a cup of tea, some cookies and coffee. He changed the sheets, vacuumed and did the dishes. Then he asked me to help him in his pretend garden. We planted a tree and some bushes. Little J said something was missing. He told me to get in his pretend minivan and put my seatbelt on. He drove me to the pretend garden shop and bought me a bridge. Subtle…
I made a resolution there and then. If he does all the things around the house he likes to act out under the tree, I will buy him that bridge. Heck, I’ll dig out a pond to go with it. I promise.
While Husband is away living it up in Vegas, Little J and I are spending like drunk sailors. On trees and bushes.
I was so excited to bring our Cedar home yesterday. Imagining us digging up the dead tree in the garden, sawing it into pieces, planting the new one. Creating memories and all. But when we got home the sky opened. Little J not wanting to help me in the back yard during a downpour seemed reasonable, so I send him to Mrs A across the road to play. So much for team work and family traditions.
But never one to give up I went ahead and planted the tree on my own. When I was done I send a picture to Husband. He is not easily impressed. But he gave me a rave review and two thumbs up. That made me very happy and gloat a little too.
Then this morning during his obligatory weather report my son looks out the window and spots the new tree. He said he does not like it and wants the old one back. I told him it is in pieces and in the green waste bin. He demanded I put it back together and send the new one off to become compost instead. Apart from being impossible, I don’t want too! We went back and forth for next half hour. I tried reasoning, explaining, pleading, intimidating with horror dead zombie tree stories.OK, maybe not the last one, but I did come up with a lot of good arguments on why the tree stays.
Little J had only one argument. He likes the old one better and that’s that. I finally walked out on this most absurd conversation of the week. He shattered my dreams of us gardening together, then took away the glory of me planting the tree. At the age of three.
So here is the picture of the old and the new tree. Please, please support me. Because I know Big M is with Little J on this one. Cedar is just so uncomfortable for him to cock up against. Dear Husband is away till Saturday and I hate being outnumbered.
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