The young eastern white pine sat for weeks in the barnyard with heavy wire holding its root ball in place. My dad watered it. He just couldn’t dig a hole to drop it in then, in 2014 when he was 74.
The image of a honey locust tree with thorns growing in spangles like cancer all over its stout trunk and spiny branches has been growing in my mind lately. But with three teenage sons now – two of ...
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