Friendship trees

Ardelle Grove’s apartment at the Hoovestawood Independent Living Community was more than adequate for her needs. It had a spacious living room with a cushy recliner; a cozy bedroom with a bathroom attached; and a full kitchen with all the bells and whistles. Best of all, it featured a small balcony that overlooked the woods behind the apartment.

Whenever she was home – and she usually was – she’d make sure to be on the balcony to watch the sun set. Witnessing a sky streaked with pink, orange and yellow start to fade as the fireball extinguished itself for the day was always a joy, like watching an artist slowly cover a giant canvass.

Yet, it was the trees inside her abode that meant the most to Ardelle. There was Nellie, Sam, Sarah, Arturo, Melody and Clarence – names she had given the dwarf jades that she cared for. And her meticulous “care” for the  trees was the main reason that the first Wednesday of each month, she got a visit from a social worker.

This time when she heard the knock, she was doing some careful pruning of Nellie.

“Ah, you’re here again … just like clockwork,” Ardelle said as she opened the door to Rachel, the case worker assigned to her. “Come on in.”

Rachel smiled and gave the living room a quick onceover.

“It’s always immaculate in here, Ardelle,” she said. “A place for everything and everything in its place.”

“I’ve always been tidy,” said Ardelle, returning to her pruning duties. “Even as a child, I kept my room clean and organized. Fortunately, Nellie, Sam, Sarah, Arturo, Melody and Clarence like it this way. They do better in a tidy environment.”

Rachel walked to over to one of the bonsai trees.

“Which one is this?” she asked.

“That’s Melody. I moved here seven years ago and brought her over from the old house. I guess you could say she’s my oldest friend. Never could find the right combination of sunlight there, but she’s flourishing here. She’ll be around long after I’m gone. Hopefully, all of them will.”

Rachel forced a pained smile.

Ardelle had named her trees after friends who had passed away. Some of  them had been cremated, allowing her to add their remains to the soil. It was her way of watching them live on.

While Rachel was pleased Ardelle had a hobby – the trees were, in fact, all thriving – she believed anthropomorphizing them was unhealthy.

“I know you miss your friends and want to honor them, but is talking to these trees a good idea? You treat them as though they’re human.”

Ardelle shook her head.

“No, I treat them as living things, because they are living things. You plant them, water them, feed them, nurture them, and they grow. They depend on me. Just because they don’t talk to me doesn’t mean I can’t talk to them, or they can’t understand me. Would you be saying this to me if I had a cat or dog and talked to them? I bet you wouldn’t.”

“I’m just afraid you’re missing out on life, Ardelle,” Rachel said. “There are all kinds of activities here at Hoovestawood. There’s movie night, game night, trivia night, even a happy hour every Thursday … you could mix, mingle and make new friends.”

Ardelle put down her pruning shears and gave Nellie a spritz of water.

“I like people fine, I suppose,” he said. “Used to, anyway. But I like trees better. Did you know my friends here absorb carbon dioxide at night? They also filter indoor air pollutants … pretty sure no one at happy hour can do that. Plus, they don’t need much water, which is good since that dang AI plant down the road has used up almost all of it. I appreciate your concern, Rachel, but I only have a few years left. If I want to spend them with trees, is that so bad?”

Before she could answer, a rhythmic beep started echoing through the room.

“I think your smoke alarm is going off, Ardelle.”

“Nope,” she said, “that’s you … it’s your battery warning.”

Rachel grabbed the device strapped onto her left wrist, opened the battery compartment, and saw a red light flashing “23 percent.”

“I better get to a charging station before I power down,” she said, sheepishly. “But think about what I said … there’s more to life than trees. We’ll talk about this again next month.”

Rachel quickly left the apartment and closed the door behind her.

Ardelle chuckled.

“You hear that, friends – there’s more to life than trees. How would she even know?”