The Arbor Day Foundation Would Be Proud

Today, I decided to stop talking about my liver in the third-person and pretend I don’t have Stage III breast cancer.

I went out in the bright, sunshiny sunshine and… transplanted a tree.

Not just any old tree. A six-foot Western Red Cedar, one of my favorite evergreens. It only took me an hour. The ground wasn’t totally frozen, just the top inch or so.

I hope I live long enough to see that cedar grow up to be a sixty-foot thing of beauty. For now, though, I’ll just settle for a nap.

 

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