So he took his bucket of mixed sand and compost and began sprinkling
it down onto the roots and then packing it in gently with his fist.
Every few minutes he'd stop and read the directions again. When he
ordered the tree, the nurseryman had written back "Are you sure?"
Well, that made ol' Herb laugh. Yes, he was sure. He's always sure
this time of year.
He was still chuckling to himself when Janice Thomas walked along
the sidewalk.
"Hi, Herb," said the high school art teacher. "What is it this
year?"
"Papaya, Janice. Nice healthy one, don't you think?"
Janice took a close look at the little dark green tree.
Papaya.
"Isn't that a tropical tree?"
"Sure is," he said, tucking more dirt around the roots. "I have
to read the instructions carefully to get this right."
Janice thought carefully before speaking. "Papayas sure taste
good, Herb."
"Sure do. Wouldn't it be nice if this lives long enough to
produce fruit?"
"But you're not expecting ..."
"Of course not. The first nippy day in autumn will turn this
little guy belly up."