Back when we were in Arizona for some Spring Training baseball games and a birthday celebration, we stopped at some random deli in Temp for breakfast on the way to the Angels’ game at Tempe Diablo.
This was outside our window, next to the drive through lane. The saddest, scraggliest, most abused stump of a palm tree that I had ever seen.
Other trees along the driveway were healthy and doing fine. This one was on its last legs.
I felt so bad for it. I wanted to run out and dump my large Diet Coke & ice on it to give its roots the tiniest bit of moisture to help it start its comeback. I wanted to go find a nursery and get a gallon of Miracle Gro to set up an IV. I wanted to go home and come back with my really excellent stick to lash to it to prop it up, to give it a crutch to lean on.
I did not do any of those things.
But I can’t help but wonder. If it had been a puppy or horse that was tied up outside in the 108°F heat without food or water, the ASPCA, the police, and Channel 7 Eyewitness News would be all over a rescue. But a palm tree? Nada.
It’s probably just me.
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