It seems rather ironic, and kind of like a slap in the face, to draw a tree on a piece of wood.
So Mike and I planted these adorable baby trees the other day. And I, of course, have fallen in love with mine.
However, I now live in constant fear that I’m going to kill it accidentally.
Which makes me wonder … how the heck are people brave enough to have kids?
I don’t know why I like the corn-syrup-and-artificial-flavoring-laden types of “maple syrup” better than the original stuff that comes straight from a tree trunk, but I’m of the opinion that it has more to do with flaws in my tastebuds than in my personhood … or at least that’s what I hope.