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| Profoundly Prolific Miss, Second In |
If I explained the title, you wouldn't believe me. Suffice it to say that this piece is dedicated to Tigger, with acknowledgment to our friend, ESP.
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| Unruly Mister Afar |
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| Hens Spawn Chicks |
Even in Tree-dom, we girls rock. Okay, cut the snickering. Instead, consider the Holly Tree. To come to fruition, sure there must be a male and a female. But it's the latter that bears the fruit. Cool, right? Ask me how I know.
Spawned directly from my parents is my love of gardening: indoors from Mom and outdoors from Dad, who wanted to transplant beloved Holly babies from Massapequa to our then-new home in 1971, here in Monti. I was afraid they'd not survive, settling for Hens 'n' Chicks and a variety of other smaller offspring, from his garden. Then, we purchased and planted young trees - two females and one male.
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| Tiny Green Berries Will Be Plump 'n' Red |
Sure, the Mister grew to great size and girth; but the Misses flowered each Spring, green-berried each Summer, and red-berried each Fall and Winter, since.
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| Toddler Transplant |
The girls continue to share beauty and wisdom, via strong root systems. I transplant often, to grace many corners of our property with the species. Yes! Of course I gift them, along with Dad's Chicks for ground-cover. Spread the word... we rock.
