A year today since my first Inlet, which also featured this little tree. It has taken a lot of abuse in one year, especially since the newly hired lawn care service half-heartedly chops it down to nubs every now and then. Still, it just keeps coming back. Amazing.
More of a rusty bollard, really.
A few weeks ago, this tenacious tree had a huge setback – it was chewed down to its trunk by some kind of animal. But with more than a handful of new leaves, I’d say it’s back, baby!
A rusty kitten on a rusty mooring bollard. Minou, her mother, brother, and sister are available for adoption.
This shoot (what is it? botany, anyone?) has been establishing itself on the foot of that mooring bollard for at least a couple of years now. No fertile soil anywhere to be found – just Holy rusted metal, Batman! Persistent little fella.