I'm home in a scant four days, so this is my last bush post. Here, in no particular order, are my planting top tens:

~ having the Most Hardcore Planting Injury Ever (incidentally, this item also made it onto the bottom ten). Last week at a bush party, I was sitting with a bleary eyed planter. The conversation went to my leg, and people wanted to see the scar. The bleary planter suddenly awoke and looked at me like I was a unicorn. "What? That was YOU? That HAPPENED? I thought they made you up to scare the rookies..."
~ funny french with the Quebecois: one of the checkers, a burly gentleman, was calling out the results of his plots to the foremen across the field. Obviously upset at the low results, he forgot his grammar. Instead of yelling "I have a three" He screamed "I am a TREE!"
~ the spruce boxes in Houston: the workers at the nursury must have loved planters. Every 30 spruce boxes or so would have a carefully wrapped chocolate bar tucked inside, or even a note saying to "have a wonderful day." Whenever it happened, the whole crew felt as if it had won the lottery.
~ the chai in Smithers: Oh, my word. I found the little hole in the wall that served it on the first day, and was tempted to never leave because of it. There will never be a chai to rival this chai. And yes, they served a soy chai version.
~ Ryan Press: an 11 year vet on my crew, reminds me very much of Carlo Raponi. Such a standup kind of guy, and taught me so much about being a planter.
~ being called a workhorse: woot, woot. I got that a lot, and I felt like such a keener (tee hee)
~The bambi moment: a little row of baby squirrels hopped up on a log in a line and chattered at me one day.
There are more, but i didn't bring my list with me. The number one on the list of treeplanting top tens?
~ coming home.