Fir trees are so hard to please sometimes! It wasn’t enough that I trimmed back their long, droopy branches to clear a nice spot beneath them. As soon as I did that, they complained they were lonely when we spent all our time on the patio instead of near them.
After all, they reasoned, didn’t they provide a lovely shady place for a couple of chairs? They had a point, so we put a couple of adirondack chairs between their trunks. Still, they wanted more. For three years now, they’ve begged us for hammock. We tire of sitting in those chairs before they’re done visiting with us, they say. Wouldn’t we like to be able to stretch out on a soft hammock and be lulled to sleep by the breeze whispering in their branches?
Needy, grudging, persuasive things! Why do they have to be such very intuitive trees? They’re about as bad as the patio; it convinced us to install an iron arbor by its corner and put in a pond next to that.
Well, finally, thanks to the generous loan from the parentals, we can finally shut the firs up (for a while at least). We ordered one tonight. Hope it comes soon! The firs already want me to get them a tracking number. Sheesh.
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