《4th Wish 》作者：- Ed Howdershelt【EPUB】

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Prologue: The guy at the nursery seemed to think I was being thickheaded as I looked over the selection oftangerine saplings. quotIts the twenty-seventh of June sir. What Im trying to tell you is that the ideal time to plant citrus trees islong past.quot I looked at him skeptically. quotThen why are you selling them in June Are you telling me the things gonna choke and die the day afterI plant itquot He rolled his eyes and said quotNo no. I just mean that it may not do as well for you as it might in thehands of someone who... Well lets say um... Someone who knows a bit more about landscaping forinstance.quot I pointed. quotUh huh. Well that one looks like its ready to go home with me. Look I have a good reasonfor doing this now. Got any advice that will helpquot He shook his head slightly and wheeled the little tree to the register rang it up and tossed some items ina bag with two brochures about citrus trees. quotOver there on that shelfquot he said pointing quotYoull see some root starter. Ive already charged you for itso grab a bottle. Itll help some.quot I retrieved a bottle of the stuff and he gave me advice about planting watering feeding and other suchdetails. I listened carefully and thanked him. When I returned home from the nursery I placed the small tree near where it was to be planted andwent to the garage for a shovel. I stepped to one side of the blue towel that marked the spot Id chosenand sank the spade into the earth. It stopped cold a few inches below the surface. Roots all over the yard even over here. Gotta be twenty feet from the nearest damned tree and Im stillhitting oak roots. I looked again at the direction of the roots tapering as I labored to hack through the inch-wideobstructions. Correction: pine roots. Damn. Make that thirty feet. The roots yielded to my spade and I kept digging. A car horn beeped out front and I turned to see whoit might be but the car was already either gone or pulling into the driveway so I turned back to pull a fewmore spadefuls of dirt from the hole. The hole was deep enough. I stuck the spade in the mound of dirt Id created and wiped sweat from myface with a couple of paper towels from my back pocket. At the sound of the gate latch I turned aroundto see Linda approaching. She waved. Linda had called Tuesday to tell me that she wanted to see me before