THE OPTIMISM OF SMALL TREES
CELJE, Slovenia – The train pauses outside my favorite house again. Oh, it's nothing special, really: just a bland, beige wanna-be-McMansion. But the landscaping undoes me entirely.
A dozen evergreens flank the new lawn. Each is a foot high.
In America, anyone with taste that atrocious would buy a prefab forest. Illegal immigrants would deliver and erect the mature trees. And everything would be oh-so-pretty until the cheeseburgermeister flipped the property or accepted a post in outer-Omaha, where he could afford a six-car garage.
His Slovenian counterpart apparently planted pine cones. He's in it for the long haul.
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