Avacodo Tree

The first two years of my married life, we lived in Texas.  While there I managed to spout an avocado seed and it had become a small tree.  Then we decided to move ( the first week in February).  Everything was packed into a small u-haul and our two cars.  I had Dawn, her large stuffed lion and the avocado tree. 

The week we decide to move a large ice storm hit.  We traveled through the snow and ice.  We stopped to spend the night at a motel and the next morning the on ramp to the interstate was so slippery that Michael's car could not pull the u-haul up, so we had to hire a tow truck to get us to the top.  I held my breath that morning as I watched the u-haul slide sideways under every over pass where the ice had not melted.  We both drove in the tracks left by the semi trucks making our way back to Arizona.

Once past Dallas the roads got better and then finally we came to the Arizona border and the agriculture check stop. The man at the station asked if we had any plants or produce to declare.  I stated that I only had a little avocado tree.  He checked in the back of my car and all I had left was a stick.  He smiled and said that I could pass.  I guess a stick does not qualify as a plant.  In Texas it had froze, and then in New Mexico it had baked a little.

I have tried many times to sprout another and have not been successful till now.  There is a little seed in the window of my room with just the tiniest root.  A hope of things to come if I will just tend and guard it.  We will see.  Adventure sometimes comes with casualties, but love and tender care can repair most anything.