It could be just a delayed reaction from being abandoned in a windowless room for a few days, but Frederick looks like he's trying to do a tree's equivalent of curling up in the fetal position in the corner. He's lost some weight, he's looking pale. These are all signs of anxiety, right?
I didn't expect him to survive very well, but I forgot that kind of means dying. And this makes me sad, and feel guilty because it's my fault if he does.
Though this morning he looks slightly better, or at least I want him to bad enough I think he is. I feel like he's unfurling his branches a little bit, and staying moist.
Again, why did we think it would be totally fine to transport him from the temperate, 65 degree Oregon coastline to the 85 degree Utah desert? And under my care, no less.
Ah, my family thinks things through so well.
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