Uh-oh. A morning walk confirmed my worst fears. I have lost sight of the row of twenty-something tiny 4″peach trees I so carefully moved around in the garden into a row in Spring. Without their leaves, I cannot find them among the weeds that have grown. I was supposed to mark them out and till the garden up around the peaches and the half-dozen grapevines I started as well. Hope they’re quick about getting their leaves back next Spring. Otherwise I’ll have to save some more from wherever they come up as weeds I tend to pull because they grow from all the peaches that have dropped into the garden and started up by themselves.
Just another of my guilt trips that spurs me on through life.
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