“Why are some
trees so tall and others aren’t?” Bonny looked up at the oak tree.
“Oak trees are big
trees. Palm trees are tall trees. The older the tree is, the bigger it
gets, most of the time.” Dad looked at the small tree they’d just planted.
“See this tree? I just planted it last week. It’s a baby tree. In 50 years
it will be as big as this old oak tree.”
“Wow, Dad. It has
to wait that long to be big? Will I be that big when I am fifty?” Bonny
“No. Trees grow
big. People don’t. See the grass? It is green and it grows fast, but it
doesn’t grow tall, unless we forget to cut it.” Dad said.
“You cut the grass
every Saturday. I am glad. I don’t think I’d like tall grass. Then I
couldn’t see Mr. Smith’s house across the street.” Bonny looked over.
“What about bushes?”
“Some bushes can
get big, but most don’t. Bushes are good if you like flowers and berries.
I like bushes. Trees get flowers and berries too, and fruit. See that tree
over there?” Dad pointed. “In spring that tree is covered with white
flowers and looks like popcorn is all over it.”
“I remember that
Dad. It is a pretty tree.” She looked at the roses. “I like bushes too.
Can I pick a rose for Mom?”
Bonny cut a rose
and put it in a vase for her mom. “I like rosebushes the best.” Her mom
hugged her and said thank you.