During my lunch break, I ran to Home Depot real quick to scoop up an inexpensive tree that I could plant in my parents' backyard. I found the perfect mini Christmas tree and bought it for $8. It is an Alberta Spruce and I nicknamed her Bertie because if you are going to bond with a living thing, it should have a name. When I called my parents to tell them I would be planting a tree at their house today, they laughed and my dad suggested I plant it behind the shed. (They have experienced a lot of my antics over the past 29 years.) Then my mother told me that she had enough trees. I don't think there are enough trees in their yard because it lacks a mini Christmas tree. Who doesn't want a little Christmas tree in their yard? So, after work I drove over for laundry night and took Bertie with me. My mom told me to pick a spot in the back so that the tree had enough space to grow where it would get full sun. I chose a spot to the left of the shed, instead of behind it like my dad suggested. Funny guy. I dug a hole two times the size of the root ball (their term, not mine), shook the tree out of its container and placed it in the hole I had just made. I didn't even get dirty, but wouldn't mind if I did because Bertie deserves it.
Global warming, the polar ice caps and the greenhouse effect are all things I don't know enough about to comment on, but I do know that every time a tree is cut down, another tree should be planted and wild animals should not be brutally slaughtered because a human being just felt like it. However, I do eat meat because people have been surviving for centuries doing so and I do have one leather pocketbook that I got for free. I am not a vegeterian or a tree-hugger, especially not with Bertie because she has needles, but I do know what is right and how to treat things that are in danger. Now, let's just hope that WWF, the Sierra Club and the Ocean Conservancy don't read this submission because I can't afford it.