Some say that getting published is a lot about being what somebody wants at that time.
This is a Christmas story to writers who think you are forever lost in the slush pile of unwanted manuscripts.
I hate the idea of cutting down a perfectly good tree at Christmas (and hate plastic more) but as I was hosting the family Christmas this year, I needed a tree to decorate.
I spotted a small She-Oak (maybe a Swamp Oak) in a weed-infested road-side culvert not far from home. I have watched that little tree slowly poking its way skyward for two months. My plan was to steal out in the dark of night, dig it up – roots and all – and take it home. I figured if I planted it in a pot, it would grow and serve us for years.