This, meantime, had been at floor height Saturday, but now it’s not just above bumping-into height, it’s tied in place. Well done.
And here on the home front.
I noticed a few leaves knocked off the Page mandarin and wondered which genius squirrel thought that was a tree worth climbing with nowhere to go from there. I went to snap a picture or two of its growth of this past week; there’s been enough that you can see it clear from the window.
Maybe that squirrel (if it was a squirrel) wasn’t so dumb after all.
(Edited to add in the morning: Richard thought last night that I should pick it to let the little tree put all its energy into growing for now. Some critter agreed with him and made it a moot point. Ah well, all the more for next year.)