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I get attached to things. I have this tree that I'm deeply attached to. Okay, more like crazily attached to, like, in a way that disturbs the Fam. Screw them. They don’t know our love.
I saw something like this in my garden one day, a long, long time ago.

It was actually just one leaf, and I thought the wind had blown it into my garden. I went to pull the leaf out because they're pretty sharp, those holly leaves, and I didn't want the kids to stab themselves. I grabbed it, and felt some resistance and realized the leaf was actually a tiny little sapling. I nearly pulled it out anyway, but curiosity got me and I let it stay, watched it to see what would happen. I forgot about it periodically, it was fun to rediscover it, each time a little bigger. As it grew, it moved around the yard, until finally, I had Mr. roxy plant it out of the way on the edge of the drive. Each time we moved it, I worried that the move would kill it or harm it in some way, but no, it's hardy stock, my volunteer holly.
And now, she stands a good fifteen feet, maybe more—from a single leaf to this beautiful tree. *My* tree.

I'm telling you, she loves me right back, I'm sure of it. Sometimes, when I get out of the car, I talk to her. This makes Mr. R roll his eyes so hard you can practically hear them clack in his head. He's a southern boy, no-nonsense, practical about stuff (unless it's the dog, then he's just disgusting, all 'who's a good boy, then?' and 'who's a wibble-wobble-shnookie-kins'. Ok, maybe not quite *that* bad…). He doesn't hold with talking to trees. Or singing to trees. Or shaking their little hands…I mean leaves.
Occasionally, when BG is visiting, we'll get out of the car and I'll stop and look at her all expectantly and she'll roll her eyes (it's genetic) and huff," hello Tree nicetoseeyouagain." If I look at her and let my lip wobble, she'll add "sister." Yes, I do it as often as I can because it makes me snicker on and off all night.

So there you have it. I'm pretty sure other people have pet trees or bushes. I bet they talk to them as well, and wonder if they should have a well check-up, just in case…anyway, that's our story.
Say hello to Holly.

I saw something like this in my garden one day, a long, long time ago.

It was actually just one leaf, and I thought the wind had blown it into my garden. I went to pull the leaf out because they're pretty sharp, those holly leaves, and I didn't want the kids to stab themselves. I grabbed it, and felt some resistance and realized the leaf was actually a tiny little sapling. I nearly pulled it out anyway, but curiosity got me and I let it stay, watched it to see what would happen. I forgot about it periodically, it was fun to rediscover it, each time a little bigger. As it grew, it moved around the yard, until finally, I had Mr. roxy plant it out of the way on the edge of the drive. Each time we moved it, I worried that the move would kill it or harm it in some way, but no, it's hardy stock, my volunteer holly.
And now, she stands a good fifteen feet, maybe more—from a single leaf to this beautiful tree. *My* tree.

I'm telling you, she loves me right back, I'm sure of it. Sometimes, when I get out of the car, I talk to her. This makes Mr. R roll his eyes so hard you can practically hear them clack in his head. He's a southern boy, no-nonsense, practical about stuff (unless it's the dog, then he's just disgusting, all 'who's a good boy, then?' and 'who's a wibble-wobble-shnookie-kins'. Ok, maybe not quite *that* bad…). He doesn't hold with talking to trees. Or singing to trees. Or shaking their little hands…I mean leaves.
Occasionally, when BG is visiting, we'll get out of the car and I'll stop and look at her all expectantly and she'll roll her eyes (it's genetic) and huff," hello Tree nicetoseeyouagain." If I look at her and let my lip wobble, she'll add "sister." Yes, I do it as often as I can because it makes me snicker on and off all night.

So there you have it. I'm pretty sure other people have pet trees or bushes. I bet they talk to them as well, and wonder if they should have a well check-up, just in case…anyway, that's our story.
Say hello to Holly.

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11/16/14 02:58 am (UTC)I've never see an honest to God Holy tree for real. All I've seen are the little plastic snippets of holy. I didn't even realize they could grow that big. WOW. From that little sapling.
* GRINS * I'm sure her robust appearance has a lot to do with all the loving she's gotten over the years. And I'm sure other people have tree pets * nods * I know a lot of cactus and bonzi trees fall into this category. Holy is just…bigger.
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11/16/14 03:13 am (UTC)There are about elebenty-seven species of holly, and we had most of them in NC. But my favorite is this, the classic. Touch a leaf for me in passing, would you? Maybe some network of communication will get the message back to the trees at our old house.
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11/16/14 03:59 am (UTC)I don't talk to trees, but I do talk to my rose bushes at times. And at work, we have a type of peace lily named Hector and a smaller sprout from him, Hector III, that I talk to often. :)
Next time you walk by her, shake her hand for me. ♥
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11/16/14 04:15 am (UTC)My parents grew a tree from an avocado pit so I guess that's my "sister" lol. BG's sister is prettier!
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11/16/14 05:16 am (UTC)so freaking pretty!! omgosh. next time you go out, please say Hello to Holly from Snow.
:)
Thank you.
xoxo
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11/16/14 07:44 am (UTC)We don't have very much holy over here - what is has been imported.
That's one lucky tree♡
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11/16/14 11:34 am (UTC)You are hilarious and your posts make my day. :)
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11/16/14 03:42 pm (UTC)I talk to
myour maple. We grew it from a helicopter seed, you know, and now it's...12, 15 feet tall? I go out and say hello while the dog's doing her thing, pet him and touch the leaves, just...visit.Nothing wrong with that. :)
(In fact, I posted a picture of him on Facebook the other day....)
Third edit, sorry!!
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11/17/14 04:14 am (UTC):D
Oh, Roxy. I would so talk to Holly. I've always talked to my house plants. (I had an African Violet named Trevor once. That was the first -- I was in high school -- and last time I ever named one, though. *g*)
Anyway, she is lovely, and that is the best story. xx
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11/18/14 03:41 am (UTC)Thank you for my hearts and birthday wishes! *hugs*
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