_ The two small pines sat on my deck for weeks waiting to be planted.
I bought them knowing it would take me a while to get them in the ground, but time stretched on and, you know how it goes – life happens.
The morning after our first snow, I figured it was about time.
Their small branches were weighted down with the heavy, wet stuff, and I knew I needed get digging.
After recruiting one of my sons to help me with the job, we got on our old clothes and trudged out into the weather, ready to dig some serious holes.
As we set about our work: cutting into the thick, wet mud, lowering the heavy trees into the holes and filling them with dirt and pine bark, something began to happen between the two of us...
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