Woke thinking a good night, this cold is on the run.
It was leaning forlornly against a boulder. The wind had upset the roots.
Tree work in a weakened state got me sweating and feeling old.
Stood the tree.
Stomped the ground.
Soaked the roots too much and made a mush of things.
Shoved more soil on the base of the tree and mashed down my big booted feet into the muck.
If a good wind comes over the tree will go again.
I'll attend it.
I want it to grow.
I want it strong and healthy, part of a big family of peppers, ready for us to celebrate next Christmas.
Still the tree died before spring