I adore Japanese Maple trees. They’re beautiful, like lacy sculptures of fine art. But they don’t like me. I’ve tried, and so did my mother, several times to grow them. Alas, I left well enough alone and now that I found a beautiful specimen at the Arboretum, if I decide I just have to have another, I can look at this one and get over it.
Persistence can be a good thing. But sometimes we have to compromise!
Have a terrific day. What day is it now???