Well, it's over a month since my birthday, but I wanted to stick to my tradition of planting a tree at my birthday once I had a home again. Unlike the acre up at Nevada City, my new home in Cayucos has a yard of about 3.14159 square feet.
So I bought a whiskey barrel.
It held Kentucky bourbon, according to the stamp on the bottom. And it must have held it pretty recently because my car still reeks of alcohol.
Or is blessed with a glorious bouquet of bourbon, depending on your point of view.
In it, I planted a tree.
The label on the tree says "Bacon," but I'm pretty sure it's an avocado.
Everybody knows bacon grows on a vine.