This is a tale of flagrant flirtation.
We have two giant cottonwood trees behind our house. Their names are Steve and Georgia, after the people who moved them from their lonely spot as the only trees in a thousand acres across the highway to be the only trees on that side of the road. That was 35 years ago.
Every year, they do the same dance; beforehand Georgia gets all fluffed up to impress Steve. This year, though, he wasn't having it.
She began with jewelry. Pretty dangly gems.
Then she really began to put on a show with her fluffy coat.
She flirted, blowing him kisses in the sunshine and tossing come hither looks at him from every angle.
He was having none of it.
He turned his back and looked to the horizon.
Still no other tree, Steve. Sorry.
1 comment:
Too cute! I love that they have names, and I love that Georgia had the vision to move and plant them 35 years ago. In Dallas we gave two trees to our neighbor/friends and they named them 'Dan and Joan'! And, JUST yesterday we bought two more sugar maples for the garage drive and Dan said, "What should we name them?" Might just have to name them Georgia and Steve now:)
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