I Am a Tree Hugging Spiritualist

I am going on a sabbatical And the first thing I wonder is Will my trees greet me If I leave for a week? I was only gone once before For a week And my trees waved me into my driveway. I had planted the bulk of them. They began waving in frenzied way The second I turned my car in at the top of the hill They waved with glee, showing me their limber limbs. The second the car stopped, the trees stood still. My husband ran out and asked “What is up with those trees?” “I guess they are glad to see me,” I told him. He had no other comment. He knows I am a tree-hugging spiritualist.