I Was Struggling With Another Story

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now was the ideal time to get them in the ground. As I had done in my last tale of procrastination,</p><div id="a0de" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/i-was-struggling-with-my-next-story-3725613f785"> <div> <div> <h2>I Was Struggling With My Next Story</h2> <div><h3>So I baked a cake instead</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*ZyvLAnXWB6hOlDGw)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="6501">I gathered the necessary tools for the job and set out to the back yard at the spot where my wife wanted the trees planted. I would never presume to make that choice without consultation. I like being married.</p><p id="513d">This time out, I had no reason to search Google for advice. Yeah, I’ve planted some shrubbery in my time, from flowers to bushes, and trees. A good sharp spade, some fallen leaves from the patio, and a can full of fresh water was

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all I required.</p><p id="a6c9">Precision is not in as high demand for this task as it is for baking, but a solid plan of action is always a good idea. I dug my first hole in the earth to match the size of the pot, and gently loosened the soil around the young tree so that I could remove it easily. I poured some water in the hole and lightly plunked the twig into the earth, surrounding it with leftover soil from the pot.</p><p id="5d78">My wife is an accomplished gardener, so she informed me that a bed of leaves around the seedling will protect it through the harsh winter. Eesh! It’s coming, isn’t it?</p><p id="e353">Anyway, the decaying leaves will also enrich the soil and voila! We have a new tree to care for in the spring. I repeated the process for the second shrub and stood back to admire my handiwork.</p><p id="d566">Like writing, all it takes sometimes is a little digging around in the dirt to make something grow. Time to wash up and get back to my story.</p><p id="8b4f"><i>As always, thanks for taking the time. More of my musings are available <a href="https://aremarkablelife.ca/">here</a>.</i></p></article></body>

So I planted a tree instead

The foggy haze of news overload was beginning to affect my brain, so writing with a clearness of mind was unattainable at the moment. I guess was so consumed with worry for the health of the first family, I just couldn’t concentrate.

Wrong! No, I don’t wish anyone ill will, even Orange Man.

It was just one of those early fall days in Southern Ontario where the overcast looms, and the still, damp air is still preferable to a November wind. So what better time to achieve a small goal while giving myself a needed distraction.

My neighbor had gifted me two Japanese Maple seedlings in pots from his prolific garden, and now was the ideal time to get them in the ground. As I had done in my last tale of procrastination,

I gathered the necessary tools for the job and set out to the back yard at the spot where my wife wanted the trees planted. I would never presume to make that choice without consultation. I like being married.

This time out, I had no reason to search Google for advice. Yeah, I’ve planted some shrubbery in my time, from flowers to bushes, and trees. A good sharp spade, some fallen leaves from the patio, and a can full of fresh water was all I required.

Precision is not in as high demand for this task as it is for baking, but a solid plan of action is always a good idea. I dug my first hole in the earth to match the size of the pot, and gently loosened the soil around the young tree so that I could remove it easily. I poured some water in the hole and lightly plunked the twig into the earth, surrounding it with leftover soil from the pot.

My wife is an accomplished gardener, so she informed me that a bed of leaves around the seedling will protect it through the harsh winter. Eesh! It’s coming, isn’t it?

Anyway, the decaying leaves will also enrich the soil and voila! We have a new tree to care for in the spring. I repeated the process for the second shrub and stood back to admire my handiwork.

Like writing, all it takes sometimes is a little digging around in the dirt to make something grow. Time to wash up and get back to my story.

As always, thanks for taking the time. More of my musings are available here.