Treewhispers

In follow-up to yesterday’s story behind the story of the tree named bob, I thought I should add that another young woman overheard our conversation and chimed in, delighted to hear that someone else had named a tree.  “You named your tree Bob? I named mine Princé!”

Melissa’s story in her own words:

Every day after I came home from school I passed a small evergreen at the corner of my house’s garage. It had awkward branches sticking out on the top and it was only a few feet taller than I was. I wanted it to know that although it wasn’t large and majestic it was special, so I named it Princé (pronounced Pree-say) and kissed its branches every day. Contributed by Melissa Sandfort, Chicago, IL

Thanks Melissa!