Olive Saplings

A Friend Gives Away Olive Sprouts

They get planted and grow.

Slowly.

Slowly, slowly, inch by inch, I watch the little sticks send out a new leaf. It takes weeks. Months! Years for a middling tree.

Oh, no! I hear the mower. It's moving fast over the hill, fast over the field. Teeny olives fall before it.
How I pout! How I blame. Hmmphff.

Summer blooms are wild all over this garden, all over. Too much by the time summer ends. It's crowded out there. Snipping and snapping with shears is required, removing deadheads and suddenly a potted olive sapling top goes down with the rest.

I tell him, "Aren't you glad it wasn't you?"

He's glad!

Update.
Today we found a 2 1/2 foot olive sapling. The sticks of butterfly bush saved it. It must have hidden itself this last year, in fear of the mower.