Now that I am sixteen, it s four dollars an hour, but there is not nearly as much to be done. The fact that now the trees more or less take care of themselves is one of the reasons why I like them. However, now I am reaping the rewards. The trees need so much care in the beginning, but once they get to a certain age, it becomes their turn and they grow. They grow, and grow until they are huge.
Trees are better than people in some ways.
They are never mean. They never speak and always listen. They just listen and grow and fill the roles that they are meant to fill. If only people knew what we were meant to do, perhaps we could strive to do the same. When sitting in my young grove, I notice all of the different trees.