Good friends, THANK YOU for being patient. Thanks for hanging in there waiting to hear what's new in the frozen tundra. The snow here is still piled up, still a beautiful white, unlike some places I have lived where it seems to fall from the sky a dark color. It's still looking like Narnia, trees covered with white because the frigging temperatures haven't climbed high enough to melt ANYTHING!
We sign the papers today selling the cottage. It's done. It got emptied before the snow fell. The contents of the place got sorted and carted away, by yours truly to the charity stores. I have all the pictures from over the years and all the memories and that's about all you get.
I am thankful that in this economy we were able to sell it to people that not only could pay the price but LOVE the place as much as we did. A good ending, I think.
Sadly, our tree now up, in the house for one week, bought at a garden center and not for a cheap price is shedding needles faster than I can blink. I have the additional lights I bought to put on it but if I even look at the tree it sheds needles. I am not happy about this.
We took a short cut. When we go to our local little farmer's lot and cut down a tree, which adds to his winter income, I get a tree that lasts me through the holiday season and well into Boxing Day, which although I don't celebrate always seemed like a good time to take down the tree.
Zeus, knows I'm not happy. I have suggested that maybe we should just leave it alone, don't try to put anymore lights on it, forget about hanging the ornaments and just enjoy what's left of the tree. He's thinking about this.
I think we might be getting another tree this weekend. I will put this one out near the birdfeeder so the birds have some shelter when waiting to get to the feeder. I will hope that it will stop shedding needles so they have some shelter. I will take the lights off the tree, outside and hope for the best.
WHY? WHY? Because, we haven't had a tree or Christmas with all the family, here, in the new house for a number of years. Every other Christmas it's our turn and we usually take the family some place warm to celebrate. We got the new furniture, the front room looks really wonderful. It's Riley's first real Christmas and she's excited about the lights and tree and well, heck, I like the ornaments and lights and I'm at an age if I'm going to do something I'm going to do it right.
Heck, I might not wake up Christmas day so I want to enjoy that tree tonight and every night it's up.
So, this weekend we will go support our local farmer, like I had originally planned to do. We will find another tree, sing our Christmas song to it before we cut it down and bring it back home.
And, I will write about this, here, so that the next time we contemplate what to do about our Christmas tree, it will be in writing that if we aren't going to buy a Douglas Fir, which last longer after being cut we should go cut down our own tree.
It is written.
And, yes, I am probably a foolish old woman. And, yes one could say that two trees is excess.
One could certainly say that but I certainly couldn't comment.
:)Bea Who planted six pine trees this summer and probably has to plant six more next as penitence.