I had nothing to do with the Lorax being born. That is all you Dr. Seuss. I have never seen a Truffula tree, tried to utilize a Thneed or had dinner with the Once-ler. Yet, I very well could have given birth to the non-animated version of the little furry guy known as the Lorax.
You see, before we ever read The Lorax or saw him on the big screen, one of my boys exemplifies an exact replica of the oneth who speaks for the trees. In fact, in a green thumb match, my four-year old would easily take down the orange, whiskered thingamajing as my son actually speaks for all things that grow from the earth.
Now that we have read The Lorax and seen the movie, my little man is even more so all about digging, planting and growing. So before he blows up the house by mixing up a chemistry experiment in my bathroom of dirt, toothpaste, weeds, jelly beans and fruit loops, I need to get him started. So, strap in and let’s go on a little journey across the seas!
Long time ago in a far, far away land known as Sicily there lived a man and his wife along the Mediterranean Sea. They were a modest young couple where he was a fisherman and she was a seamstress. But oh how they loved a nice garden. Their favorite was the fruit bearing tree that flowered in the Spring and would produce a plentiful amount of sweet Sicilian peaches by summer’s end.
But then the young fisherman and his wife decided to make a better life and head for America. They grabbed all their life’s treasures and stashed them in a chest and set out to journey to America aboard a ship across the ocean. But before leaving, they took a gold felt satchel and loaded it up with the fallen seeds from the Sicilian peach tree.
When they arrived in America, life was hard and they had to adjust to their new home the best they could. They were so busy being American that they forgot about their simpler way of life. Then one day they stumbled across the satchel and wept as they thought of their beautiful garden back in Sicily. They wanted so much to tend the soil on their postage stamp lot and did so by planting the peach tree seeds. They were heartbroken when those
rats American squirrels stole their beloved seeds.
Then one day while they were sipping their American Coffee, extra strong to replicate the espresso of the bygone days, they saw a purple stem and leaf prying out from the ground. They couldn’t believe their eyes. “Sulla ma gun, joya, itsa the peacha thee tree,” exclaimed the man in the finest Broken English ever spoken. This man and wife and their peach tree kept reproducing which now brings us back to 2012.
This wonderful couple was my great grandparents. When I was a baby they gave my parents a seed and thus my very own peach tree grew. Now that I have three children of my own, to celebrate their births, I have also planted a peach tree in their honor. But this day, with all things loving of the Lorax, we were going to plant a tree in honor of my grandmother, their great-grandmother who passed away earlier this year. We are going to start our very own Nonna tree via the peach seed. And this my friends, is how it is done!
1) Find the perfect place that you can enjoy your tree. We decided to plant ours right by our patio so we could watch it blossom and bloom and hopefully would eventually bear fruit.
2) Take the seed and rinse it under tepid water. Make a silent wish or prayer to whom or whatever that those American squirrels will not relocate it and that it will grow.
3) Begin the dig into the unknown where beetles and earthworms scurry and scant. The soil should be light and tilled and the planting hole about four inches deep.
4) Kiss the seed and toss it into the hole adding a little bit of water. Fresh sea water is preferred but fluorinated chemical city water will do too.
5) Add the covers via the dirt, topsoil and a little bit of that special city water.
6) Stand back, ah and oh, pray and hope that in about 6-8 weeks, you too will be sipping an Americano and see a purple stem and leaf poking from the soil.
So, after myself and the boys followed the above steps, about 6 weeks later, Viola, a purple stem with leaves. I love you American squirrels! Eventually our tree will grow and produce beautiful pinkish flowers in the spring and in about eight years, we may harvest a peach or two. Then again, the tree may be bearing bananas as this seed is a clone of a clone of a clone. But nonetheless, we honor our ancestors, our earth and have made the Lorax proud.
As for my son, he continues to mix earthly and unearthly concoctions in hopes of growing something big or huge. He has a never-ending trail of dirt following him and his nail beds are permanently dirt stained. Yet, this leisure activity of speaking for the trees has kept him from the tube, the Xbox and Playstation. I hope all my boys have a never-ending appreciation of their culture, our ancestors sacrifices and the earth.
“Unless someone like you…cares a whole awful lot…nothing is going to get better…It’s not.” – Dr. Seuss