We took in a stray tree a few days ago. We just found it on our apartment doorstep and couldn’t bare to send it back into the cold.
We weren’t sure about its breed, but we knew it was sick and hungry and that it needed our help.
We’ve never been parents, so we turned to one of the experts for help--Sam’s mom, Sue.
She suggested some disciplinary tactics...AKA pruning. Sam lovingly started working with our newly adopted child, clipping away and cleaning up the poor little tree. Although the mother in me kept saying, “You’re being too hard on him!”, Sam kept trimming and shaping the disheveled tree.
I know that it doesn’t look like much now, but at least no one can accuse us of being sissy parents.
We are working on nurturing this little guy back to health. Our apartment is not well lit and painfully small, but we hope to turn it into a positive environment for the tree so it can grow up healthy and strong.