Seven years ago, at a benefit for our local Nature Center, a sapling of choice was (appropriately) the parting favor. I picked a baby Weeping Willow. Back home, we planted the skinny twig.
Through every storm and both winters of the next two years, we marveled that the little sapling stood strong. Admittedly, we giggled at her measly, weed-like presence…
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