When we found out that I was pregnant with Evelyn, Michael planted an apple seed. When I asked him what prompted him to do it, he tells me that it was just a random thing, but then went on to say that he thought it would be cool to see Evelyn and the tree grow together. He had visions of her climbing it and playing in its shade.
I have to admit that I sometimes scoff at Michael’s ideas. I didn’t really think that the tree would grow, and even if it did, I was sure it would never produce fruit. And what would we do with it anyway? We lived in an apartment at the time. I guess I kind of thought it was a silly idea, but I let him have his dreams.
Well, the apple seed grew. At first I wasn’t even sure if it was the apple seed that was growing. It could have been a weed or some other tree seed that might have blown into the neglected pot. That pot sat on the patio season after season. I think at one point, Michael wanted to bring the pot into the house during the winter, but I didn’t allow it. When we bought our house and moved, the pot came with us, but I was still certain that nothing would come of it. Still, Michael seemed to treasure his apple tree, so I went along with it.
I’m not sure how it survived. Year after year, the pot sat in some corner of the patio, away from everything. Weeds grew in the pot and Michael would eventually pull them out. At one point, he wanted to move the pot into the middle of my landscaping beds so that the tree would get more sun. I sighed *that silly apple tree* and let him do it. That was last year…or maybe the year before…I can’t remember…that’s how much I paid attention to this tree.
This spring, the tree exploded with white blossoms. Michael mentioned that we should probably put the tree into the ground. Then the weather got cold for a few weeks and the gardening was neglected once more. Now the tree is covered with little apple buds and the weather is warming up again, so today we decided to free it from the pot and put it in the ground. I have no idea if it will survive this transition. We waited too long to move it. But, I figure it survived everything else it’s been through, including my lack of faith in its potential. It’s a tough little tree. It’s become a permanent part of our landscape now, just like the little girl who inspired its existence.