Everything Grows

When I first started this adventure, you may recall that we had to remove the ailing, back-yard oak tree that covered up a multitude of sins. Among those sins were a chain-link fence, clear sight of our neighbor's back patio, a half-dozen scrawny Nandinas that failed to thrive under the oak's darkness and a tall, branchless tree that looked more like a bamboo pole.

I couldn't stand the sight of that overgrown sapling and instructed the gardeners to yank her out. "No, Mrs. Susan," they pleaded with me. "It is not dead yet. Just give it time and you will see new growth because the tree can now see the light." I responded, "Grumble, grumble."

Two weeks went by, and I still saw no signs of growth. I asked them once more to remove the sickly sapling, but, again, they refused.

A week later, I started to notice new shoots of limbs and leaves. A month later, the tree was green all over, and it continues to grow.

The offensive tree is now lush with foilage.

I can't help but make comparisons with my own scalp. Within months, I went from bald to budding to bountiful swirls of curls. It's the circle of hair life. I call it my "kewpie doll" look, but one of my friends says I have a "faux hawk," kind of like a mohawk wanna' be.

I'll soon lose my hair once again, thanks to the massive doses of chemo prior to the "rescue procedure." I'll go from bountiful to bald to budding and back to bountiful because, as everyone knows, everything grows.

The offensive scalp is now covered with
lush swirls and curls.