This tree is the same as a few days ago. I have decided to see if it will survive if I plant it – it’s presumably a live tree, but I think it spent too long on a shelf in a store before it showed up at our house when our neighbors-down-the-road gifted to us on Christmas Eve. I’ve temporarily planted it in a planter in my greenhouse. It won’t be much warmer than outside – the greenhouse receives no direct sunlight this time of year – but it will at least be more sheltered. The white stuff is just cotton, apparently. It’s inert and should wash off over time.
[daily log: walking, 4.5km; retailing (inventory), 7hr]
Day: December 29, 2020
Caveat: Poem #1612 “Internal contradiction”
ㅁ This poem has words, but no meaning, not a bit. So figure it out.
– a pseudo-haiku.