Wednesday, April 10, 2013

if there's a tree at the door, let it in

These days, it seems like there is always a tree at the door.  I'm not complaining, because I'd choose a tree over a sales person any day. 

It started a couple of weeks ago when we bought this hibiscus tree for my grandparents.  To make sure it got enough sunlight, we put it in front of the glass storm door every morning.  I would walk by the front hall about ten times a day and see it out of the corner of my eye and think, "Oh!  There's someone at the door," only to realize it was just a tree. 
We drove up to Virginia and delivered the tree, only to receive an orange tree as a gift from Steve's family while we were there.  An orange tree!  We've always wanted an orange tree.  Have you ever smelled orange blossoms?  They smell like honeysuckle and candy and heaven.  Seriously. 
It's too cool at night still for the orange tree to live outside though, so it sits by the back door all night, patiently waiting to be let out each morning.  It's like a dog, only way better. 
Today, the orange tree and I are both going to enjoy some time on the patio- it's way too beautiful to stay inside!

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